this shit knocked me on my ASS - the comfy momcore witches of eastwick stuff only makes up about 10% of the actual movie, the rest is a really messy and emotional narrative about abuse and family and sisterhood and love and ACTUAL-ASS PAGAN WITCHCRAFT and all that good stuff. if you told me philip ridley ghost-directed this because he owed griffin dunne a favor, i'd buy it. the cinematography is better than any a24 release of the past five…
pre-code hollywood films where everyone is constantly negging and/or insulting each other: GREAT
pre-code hollywood films that are overly trite and outlandishly sentimental: EVEN BETTER
this movie: SOMEHOW BOTH THOSE THINGS, BUT STILL NOT THAT GOOD
for melodrama fiends and wallace beery completionists only
feels like the proto-VENOM in many ways. you've got a grizzled tough guy protagonist envisioned as a loose collection of tics/quirks/assorted attempts at mimicking real human behavior*. you've got a great actress slumming it as said hero's love interest (eva mendes is so bad in this i can only assume it was a "if-i-go-down-i'm-taking-this-movie-with-me" scenario). and you've got an "antihero" who functions like a deviantart-ized edgelord variant of werewolf.
80% of this is the most asinine/uninteresting shit but the other…