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Candyman (1992)
Candyman: They will say that I have shed innocent blood.
What's blood for, if not for shedding?
Director Bernard Rose's wonderful horror classic, an adaptation of the story "The Forbidden" from Clive Barker's Books of Blood, turns 20 years old today. Rose's career hasn't been what I've wanted it to be - with this film and with the marvelous Paperhouse, I've always wanted much more scariness. That said his career, period, hasn't been what I've wanted from him - I haven't heard squat about the majority of what he's been doing since 1994's Immortal Beloved. Anyone seen any of his other films? It seems to move in fits and starts - he's currently in a fit, with four movies listed for this year and next but again, I know nothing about any of them. Anyway you can read a great article on Candyman over at The Playlist.
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I loved this movie when it came out. Tony Todd was so darkly seductive and the gothic horror the pervaded throughout sent chills through me. It scared the shit out of me at times, like the psychologist getting yanked out the window. It started my love of Tony Todd, and that's hard to do. I don't fall easily.
Maybe this and PaperHouse were flukes. I can't, for the life of me, imagine two hauntingly great movies compared to the rest of his work. They're just something I fell in love with.
It was a very confusing time for me, I was also struck by the vibrancy and sheer awesomeness that was Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula. The only thing that every threw me out of that masterpiece was Keanu's accent, but not very long. Those costumes, the acting, the sets Winona Ryder, Annie Lennox's theme song, and the stunning visual effects, it still makes me gush.
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