Candyman's ancestor, Caroline (Donna D'Errico) is an artist in Boyle Heights, LA, allowing her great grandfather's paintings to be shown in a gallery in the hopes of highlighting the man not the myth. But her gallery presenter (the building is his) wants to instead publicize the myth in order to call attention to the show and orchestrate potential revenue. Miguel (Mark Adair-Rios) urges Caroline to look into a mirror and say Candyman's name five teams if she doesn't believe in the myth, and through this action appears to have genuinely resurfaced him from whatever beyond he belongs. An actor hired by Miguel, David (Jsu Garcia; A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)), appears as a Candyman nut with hook hand to scare up the attendees and Caroline as a pub stunt. When Miguel and a model (Rena Riffel) are found murdered thanks to the Candyman, Caroline (she found them) becomes a possible suspect, but David is specifically under suspicion. When Caroline's actress roommate / pal (Alexia Robinson) is gutted by the Candyman and literally dropped her in her arms, she becomes the official arrest for the supernatural killer's crimes. Meanwhile, Candyman calls out for Caroline to come to him, take her own life, and join him (wherever that is). A racist cop (Wade Williams) with a short fuse temper is out to get Caroline for the murder of his partner (yet another given the hook-gut treatment). It will all culminate in some old warehouse where the paintings stolen from Caroline's gallery and Candyman await. It seems there's a Candyman cult in LA who want to summon him, having showed up at the gallery and become totally enthralled by the mythos.
Plot is a mess, too much of Candyman yapping constantly in one visit to Caroline after another, a significant interest (not that this bothered me too much) in showing lead Donna D'Errico's bust and walking around scantily clad, diminishing results in the special gore effects this go-around, and a laughable finale where all it takes is tearing up a painting of Candyman in order to harm him; Candyman: Day of the Dead is a pitiful proclamation that the series was not on life support as much as totally flatlined. No atmosphere or a Philip Glass score to save it this time. Todd owns this character and even if tasked to talk too much instead of smoothly emerging in and out of the story (less is more was always beneficial in letting Todd be appreciated when he appears instead of getting him as much as possible to the point where the power in seeing him deteriorates), the actor still has a presence and chemistry that is undeniable. The use of bees to suffocate Riffel and how they emerge from Todd's mouth and rotted torso are a bit much. Much like Pinhead, a series of films which feature Candyman gradually rusted his sinister sheen. D'Errico is definitely nice to look at, and her tight T-shirts emphasize her impressive chest while her performance always seemed secondary in importance. Virginia Madsen she is not. Major sin: not making the Day of the Dead more colorful and alive a backdrop, even though D'Errico goes through a crowd while Wade Williams gave chase with police behind him. D'Errico constantly fainting and collapsing every time Candyman is close becomes more than a bit tiresome. While Todd's made a lot worse than this (the 2000s became a decade where he would take whatever role would come his way), Candyman: Day of the Dead marked a disappointing conclusion to the franchise (it started out so well, too). Sadly the end of the 90s led a decline in quality parts Todd would be offered after. Williams, as the cop from hell, is clearly a purposely abusive and overtly violent dirtbag representing bigots on the force in LA. When the very first scene has D'Errico in short shirt and panties walking into a bathroom, it is obvious the film will desperately beg for the audience's attention...her figure certainly doesn't hurt.
Plot is a mess, too much of Candyman yapping constantly in one visit to Caroline after another, a significant interest (not that this bothered me too much) in showing lead Donna D'Errico's bust and walking around scantily clad, diminishing results in the special gore effects this go-around, and a laughable finale where all it takes is tearing up a painting of Candyman in order to harm him; Candyman: Day of the Dead is a pitiful proclamation that the series was not on life support as much as totally flatlined. No atmosphere or a Philip Glass score to save it this time. Todd owns this character and even if tasked to talk too much instead of smoothly emerging in and out of the story (less is more was always beneficial in letting Todd be appreciated when he appears instead of getting him as much as possible to the point where the power in seeing him deteriorates), the actor still has a presence and chemistry that is undeniable. The use of bees to suffocate Riffel and how they emerge from Todd's mouth and rotted torso are a bit much. Much like Pinhead, a series of films which feature Candyman gradually rusted his sinister sheen. D'Errico is definitely nice to look at, and her tight T-shirts emphasize her impressive chest while her performance always seemed secondary in importance. Virginia Madsen she is not. Major sin: not making the Day of the Dead more colorful and alive a backdrop, even though D'Errico goes through a crowd while Wade Williams gave chase with police behind him. D'Errico constantly fainting and collapsing every time Candyman is close becomes more than a bit tiresome. While Todd's made a lot worse than this (the 2000s became a decade where he would take whatever role would come his way), Candyman: Day of the Dead marked a disappointing conclusion to the franchise (it started out so well, too). Sadly the end of the 90s led a decline in quality parts Todd would be offered after. Williams, as the cop from hell, is clearly a purposely abusive and overtly violent dirtbag representing bigots on the force in LA. When the very first scene has D'Errico in short shirt and panties walking into a bathroom, it is obvious the film will desperately beg for the audience's attention...her figure certainly doesn't hurt.