Okay, you can start with the fact that this movie is worth a viewing for simply the music alone. Not many horror movies have a Philip Glass score. The organs are so damn haunting, it’s bores into your skin. It’s just amazing. But the movie itself does the same thing. I’m a huge Clive Barker fan and this one delivers. Even though it’s based on a simple premise a’la a Bloody Mary-type myth of looking in the mirror and saying Candyman’s name five times to make him appear, it takes you in directions you really don’t see coming. Let’s just say whenever you black out and wake up covered in blood in a stranger’s house, holding a butcher knife, and you don’t remember what happened, well, it’s bad. Plus, the actual on location Cabrini-Green shoots even brought a little real life terror onto the screen, since at the time it was the single most violent housing project in America. Poor crew. Then there’s Candyman himself. I met Tony Todd at a convention once and he couldn’t have been nicer, but you’d never know it from this flick. He’s an icon for a reason. To this day, I can still hear his bass-filled voice in the parking garage moaning, “Hellllleeeeennnnn….” Still gives me a shiver.