preston’s review published on Letterboxd:
Half of this wants to be straightforward BLM metaphor, the wronged (and invisible) Black man taking revenge, enlisting Candyman - who appears if you Say His Name - for the movement; the other half wants to complicate things, making the Black artist something of a parasite exploiting the urban legend, at least till he gets possessed - artists are parasites in general, swooping down on gentrified ghettos because of the cheap rents - and raising the spectre of collective guilt for the state of the Black community: "The easy answer is always 'Candyman did it'". The latter half is predictably muddled, the former being easier to make and likelier to attract critical kudos, still it's painful to contrast the strong, primitive rage and pessimism of e.g. The Forever Purge with this hipster-ish, visually glossy academic exercise. The two halves together don't leave a lot of space for genre thrills - it's not very scary imo - though that's not a huge deal; the scene with the white high-school girls getting slaughtered is probably the most disturbing, as long as you ignore that it's probably intended as a Statement on cultural appropriation or something.