A group of bullying jackanapes decide to spend All Hallows Eve buggin’ the shit out of townie odd-ball Jacob (Nate Chaney)… who just so happens to have found a temp gig as a carney at Dr. Death’s Side Show Spook House Spectacular.
Soon the torment goes to far, Jacob takes a dirt nap, and is resurrected (due in no small part to his freaky new friends) with his mind set on lappin’ up some sweet, sweet revenge against those what done him wrong.
Writer/Director Josh Hasty (creator of the mega-cool pic Honeyspider, which yours cruelly slapped a revoltin’ review on ages ago right here) seems to have only one goal in mind with Candy Corn, and that is distilling the essence of the haunted Halloween holiday and committing it to sinful celluloid for all to see! I’m pleased as poisoned punch to let you cats n’ creeps know; he succeeded like a mother fucker!
Everything from the color palette, to the scenery, to the dime-store trick or treat mask aesthetic gels to form a wonderfully wicked approximation of sinister Samhain, and the fright flick is pure eye candy for those of us that delight in such deviltry!
Another big check in the putrid plus column for this are the guest stars featured; legends in the horror biz one and all who’s ranks include: P.J. Soles (Halloween), Tony Todd (Candyman), and Courtney Gains (Children Of The Corn). These performances are a real treat to horror hounds, and a round of arcane applause for Hasty for including ’em!
Speaking of performances, for my monstrous money the best actin’ in this petulant piece comes from Pancho Moler (Rob Zombie’s 31) as Dr. Death himself! This is a great bit of scene chewing awesome served up in the best possible way… seriously, this character needs to return if you’re listening out there Joltin’ Josh! Also of note is The Greasy Strangler‘s (which I talked about right here) Sky Elobar as Gus; an admittedly greasy character himself, and one that perfectly encapsulates the off-kilter world this fright flick inhabits.
Bottom line; if you dig on the Halloween vibe as well as the creepy carnival bag, then you need to get your ass in front Candy Corn like yesterday, ya dig? This is pure Satanic sugar for those of us with a rotten ol’ sweet tooth!
