A beautiful witch uses spell and potions to make men fall in love with her but when she meets a handsome police officer she forgets her muses and memories focusing on him alone.
Biller's visual splendor is ... wasted on a mediocre script riddled with structural problems. Scenes follow another willy-nilly, as if moved around late in the process.
... like Burn, Witch, Burn or Hammer's The Witches colliding with a Doris Day sex comedy in the free love hippie culture, all existing in a bubble of sixties style and attitude that is somehow intact in modern day North Coast California.
A modern feminist horror tale that rewards deep exploration beneath its admittedly beautiful surface. What looks like it might be simply a pure exercise in style not only invites multiple viewings, it requires them.
I think it's one of the most interesting, captivating movies I've seen in years, and I look forward to dissecting its lovely, twisted, romantic genius in future viewings.
Biller's challenge of the surface dares us to be mesmerised without being beguiled, and to parse the realm of female agency without demonising its contradictions.
