Experience teaches us never to trust anyone who is overdirty; he is probably trying to hide something. In the case of Candy, the film makers are trying to hide a number of things: lack of talent, wit, coherence. In its smirking promotion Candy promotes itself as a piece of underground pornography that has miraculously reached the surface. It should have stayed under.
Candy is based on the Terry Southern-Mason Hoffenberg satirical novel in much the same way that an elephant might be based on a mouse. All that is left is a smear. Candy (Ewa Aulin), a teeny-bopper who seems to...
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