Candyman

Candyman

a movie about gentrification in which its literal definition is constantly reiterated a dozen times, existing only to satisfy the people whose lives will never be affected by its circumstances in the long run—it's pointless and confused; yet peele's sense of all-knowing self righteousness shines through, everybody involved was clearly under the impression that they were making something groundbreaking and thought-provoking even though all we wanted and what black people deserve is a genre film that would've maybe been less colder than the original. nia's direction is mostly passionless; and you can tell this was shot by the dude who did love simon but honestly the identity politics and race-conscious narrative here are so unbelievably basic and i'm convinced these people are all in on the joke, and they're content with prioritizing reflections on race which are about as profound as a white 14yo's school presentation on black history month over writing actual scripts and giving us anything of substance. there is no imagery here for me to call shallow, the film continuously alludes to the original's narrative inconsistencies in an attempt to bridge the gap with a work that heralds more originality and sincerity than this ever could, even if it fails to maintain itself at points. all things considered they were clearly never intending to make a genre film or something that would satisfy audiences who want to get away from cop brutality and black death when they go to the movies so it's disappointing and quite telling of mainstream black cinema's future that in wanting to make a "conscious" film—they didn't stick to a takedown of black capitalism and black elites' exploitation of the culture and struggles of the black working class, although i can't say i'm surprised because almost everybody involved in this is already known for creating or appearing in works that perpetuate hollywood's obsessive appropriation of blackness and the struggle. i can't think of a single avenue where this isn't doing too much: colman domingo's character and his motivations make no sense, yahya's relationship with his mother and her keeping the truth from him makes no sense, the senseless trauma narrative behind teyonah's character is ridiculous and the incessant pandering + exploitation of transgenerational trauma with the repeated "say his name" motif along with banal dialogues which remind us that anti-black racism is does in fact exist are the only consistent elements here and the ending is one of the worst things i've ever seen in my life like i expected nothing and i'm still shook they turned candyman into a BLM superhero even though he was brutally killing black women and children in the first movie... what the actual fuck

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