Candyman: Farewell To The Flesh is content to rely on easy jolts and an overabundance of fake-out scares, rather than hard-earned suspense.

This cloddish sequel undermines its revenge-of-the-repressed premise with racist scare tactics: Whenever it wants to fake the audience into thinking the kill-er's around, it simply cuts to a shot of...another black man.

Delivers a requisite number of shocks to satisfy the core cult group that propelled the original to hitdom.

They still want a Dracula type seducer and for audiences to lust after the protagonist, but the filmmakers refuse to put in the work to depict a paternal supernatural bond. Incest is not sexy.