Rish Outfield's reviews
The vengeful hook-handed spirit has another would-be victim in the daughter of the main character from the last film (at least I think that's what we were to believe), who is displaying his paintings in a Los Angeles art gallery. Among the garishly tacked-on backdrop of the Dia de los Muertos festivities, Candyman starts murdering the people around her and making it look like she is the one responsible.
This was very inferior to the other two, mostly because it was not scary. It tried all sorts of different tactics, but it didn't produce even one true scary moment. I almost regret having seen it, as it shattered the great image I had of the Candyman films being truly scary. Busty blond Donna D'Errico had a oddly in-genuine quality to her, I didn't believe any of it for a moment, and I don't know why. Also, Tony Todd managed to be both frightening and sympathetic in the other films, and he's more annoying than anything else here, spouting reruns of his earlier dialogue ("Be my victim!") and such that seem not to really mean anything this time around.

The tyranist's thoughts
Candyman easily ranks in my top ten list of '90s horror movies and really, Candyman: Farewell to the Flesh isn't too far behind it. Knowing that, I had very high hopes that the entire trilogy would rank among the top series all time and to be honest it still does. Almost all series out there have at least one colossal failing. On the strength of the first two movies, however, I had hoped for something a little more flawless.
The magic of the Candyman appears to be completely gone in this one and while it still pretty much fits the pattern for the first two movies, it fails in so many small ways that it could never hope to live up to the legacy. In fact, the one thing it has going for it is Tony Todd and even he seems to be used less this time. Combine that with a heroine who, while buxom, is not terribly likeable and you have a movie that drags on in instead of dragging you in. Both of these elements are different from the predecessors. Particularly bad is the fact that the heroine is just a dumb blonde who naively wants to celebrate her ancestor, the Candyman, instead of the intelligent heroine searching for an answer to strange questions in the urban legends.
Additionally, the hispanic culture of L.A. just doesn't carry the same old mystique of the cultures in the first two movies. I'm not saying that there isn't culture there, I'm just saying that it doesn't have the same natural air of mystery about it. This hurts the movie more than anything else. Add to that the bad L.A. cop and you have a picture that becomes to formulaic to ever try to entertain.
The first two are wonderful and if you are really interested in being complete see this one. But be warned, it simply doesn't live up to the name.