Razor Blade Gummy Bears observes the sickly fascination of the myth, its absurdity and allure made tangible in the form of gleaming translucent resin. The Haribo sit passively, pristine, sweet and grinning as they await consumption, their contents obscured by the tempting, smooth gloss of their exterior. Move, and the light reflecting from their surfaces twists and warps, slicing through complacency to reveal their inner deviance.