It’s Hoodman, not Candyman or Bloody Mary, that a young mother believes took her son, rather than him dying in a car crash she can’t remember, in this unexciting, paint-by-numbers supernatural thriller with a soundtrack full of conventionally ominous low, metallic drones and skirling violin stabs. Hoodman. Not Candyman.

I kinda would have enjoyed the soundtrack without the movie.