At her father's funeral, eleven-year-old Tosia meets his mistress and her five-year-old son, Kajtek. Tosia tries at all costs to chase away the funeral's unwanted guests, and eventually turns on Kajtek. It turns out, however, that the boy Tosia perceived as an enemy becomes a link between her and her deceased father, helping her to overcome this difficult experience.
“Candyman ain't a 'he.’ Candyman is the whole damn hive." Candyman represents all Black victims of white supremacy, and this art form narratively conveys it in a succinct, adulatory way, the history of which is rare to find.
Viewers get a glimpse of life of mediocrity in a world where humans and cartoon characters live together in this comeback.
We are constantly being pushed to move on from mishaps and negative feelings. What happens if we're not ready to do so?
Ultimately, Wicked is a story about the cost of being othered, the pain of being misnamed, and the quiet revolution of standing in your truth.
This is not a film, it’s a drop tower. A drop tower that you don’t get off of for the vast majority of its 106-minute runtime.
There were too many irrelevant parts that could have been shortened, and too many characters that didn't advance the plot. Either way, some things didn't add up. This was just another played out plot with little, if any, originality in it. By the end of the film, I wasn't happy that she finally got her freedom, I was happy that it was finally over.
