Candyman
What do you mean, Philip Glass composed the soundtrack for a seminal slasher film? How did that happen, did Clive Barker just said Philip Glass, Philip Glass, Philip Glass, Philip Glass, Philip Glass in front of a mirror?
This a surprising cerebral film that also contains people being ripped apart from groin to mouth with a meathook. A pretty eclectic range of interests.
The central story is how some Chicago projects were gentrified into luxury condos, all done on top of land that was once the place of a gruesome revenge upon the weak: the titular Candyman was amputated with a rusty cleaver, and smothered to dead by bees. His only crime was loving someone outside his own condition, that of son of black freedman. For that, his soul walks the earth looking for the next soul foolish enough to say his nave five times.
Candyman was the son of rich people, so he was quite eloquent, and so does his spirit, soliloquising with erotic undertones towards the protagonist that summoned him.
I bet the bees is a send up to The Wicker Man. NOT THE BEES!
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