Horror movie time! It’s the 2021 CANDYMAN this time. (Never saw the first one.)
Well, we got white cops in a black neighborhood, so I’m already tense.
Okay, snappily dressed dude just came out of a scary hole in the wall. Yeah, I’d scream too.
Heavy theme of gentrification. Also, this artist dude is seriously ripped.
The room full of creepy graffiti is always bad! Be careful, artist dude!
Death by urban legend spawns killer urban legend. Okay, that’s nicely laid out.
LISTEN TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND DO NOT SUMMON THE URBAN MURDER LEGEND, MY DUDE
You made it an art installation? Niiiiice.
Fine, yes, the tendency of artists to seek cheap rent and thus be a pioneer species for gentrification is true, but you didn’t need to SAY it.
Unlikable people having sex while summoning the urban legend? This won’t end wel—nope, there it went.
Get that bee sting looked at, dude, it’s going septic.
“There ain’t a dick on the planet good enough to offset a demonology hobby,” is one of the great truths.
So is “You don’t have to be there every time a tortured artist has a psychotic break.” This character is made of truth bombs.
Oh GOOD, you finally went to the damn hospital!
That was really elegantly put together. Not scary, but just really well done.
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