The feminist subtext of 1987s The Witches of Eastwick is thoroughly undone in this misguided teenage witch movie made nine years later: where Sukie, Alexandra and Jane were a unified coven of creators of men, music, sculpture, and babies, here, a group of sullen teenage emos are literally to blame for magicking sexual assault upon themselves, immediately turn batshit crazy when faced with male rejection, are ultimately punished for their black arts by a flippantly introduced omniscient "he", and before you argue that comparison is unfair, it is Skeet Ulrich's high school jock who first uses the unflattering term 'the Bitches of Eastwick'.
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