Way back in 1992, a horror film delivered a slasher killer whose motivations were far more interesting than just plain psychotic. After years of villains who maimed and murdered hapless victims for no reason, Bernard Rose's Candyman presented a racially charged film whose killer represented everything America would rather forget. This boogeyman's revenge was entirely justified and the film drew parallels between the past and present in ways the horror genre had rarely dared touch. Almost 30 years later, America may proudly declare its progress, yet it prefers to...