Candyman 2: Farewell to the Flesh (1994) review

This!!! For the Love of horror!

Rare Horror


“Do I believe in the Candyman?  I believe in the myth.”

Candyman rocks.  It’s a classic, through and through.  Fine storytelling, depth, great acting, and a stunning score.  It was well received by critics and audiences alike, and made some good bank at the theatre.  A sequel was inevitable.  Unfortunately.


Candyman 2 should have been been great.  I’ll be vague here in an effort to protect those that haven’t seen the original, but shouldn’t Candyman 2 have been Candywoman?  I mean, the first film sets things up perfectly.  I assume Virginia Madsen wasn’t interested, or, more likely, this production was a rush job with the sole purpose of replicating the original.  I love the New Orleans location – it’s gorgeous, and suggests that the same sort of intellectual themes present in the first film would be present here; unfortunately, they’re not beyond surface level nods.  If the first film was…

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Following the outrage of young Nigerian writers on social media, and a report by Daily post, Pandemonium struck in Wambai area of Kano State, Nigeria on Thursday after angry Muslims youths allegedly beheaded a female trader over allegations that she blasphemed Prophet Mohammed.

Here is Daily Post’s report of the horror.


Below is also one of the near-fictional stories it has evoked. Victor Enesi, a young Nigerian writer has given a deeper perspective of the happening, carefully relaying the horror in relatable terms and with familiar names.

The outrage didn’t stop with the fiction writers. Secular voices on social media have also used this barbaric mob-action to call-out the ‘evil’ of religion.

Obinna Aligwekwe goes on to relate the horrendous act with the activity of terrorist group- Boko Haram, and offers a way out of the quagmire.


In all the outrage, the wise words of Chinua Achebe in his book- Things fall apart, was aptly brought in to put a red-cap on the matter.




Alpha but

I used to think of words. I used to think of how invaluable they were in expressing emotions like pain, joy, sadness, boredom, you know, usually the bad stuff. I used to have an unparalleled faith in my uncanny ability to wield the craft the way I saw fit.

But now, words have left me out to dry, Continue reading