Oh, no, not the bees! Not the bees! AAAAAA! They’re in my eyes! My eyes! AAAAAAARRGH!

The ending’s kind of a whiff, but that’s true of a lot of smarter horror films where the most interesting stuff is the allegory the slasher/monster/whatever represents, which inevitably get back-burnered when the bloodletting ramps up. Everything before that works. And Tony Todd has an amazing, otherworldly presence as the Candyman.