Ryne Walley’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Men are such cocksuckers, aren't they?"
While it may be a little loose throughout the first act, The Witches of Eastwick rarely loses sight of its spirit or the audience. The film maintains a persistent, downright contagious, sense of entertainment, style, and allure right from the word go, all of which steadily intensify as the core events and elements grow more extraordinary. Screenwriter Michael Cristofer layers his adaptation with a gleeful stream of dark humor and winking dialogue that's well suited for director George Miller's outrageously kinetic cinematographic temperament. From page to frame, the experience hollers with a frenzied attitude fitting of the talent behind the camera as well as the amusing material's juxtaposition of pious America with supernatural liberation. And the cast really bring it all home, Cher, Susan Sarandon, Michelle Pfeiffer, and a devilish Jack Nicholson being the clear attraction in regards to the performative side of this affair.
The Witches of Eastwick is one helluva enjoyable time and fits the Halloween season just right. More unabashedly fun and joyously star-studded than it is remotely scary. It's also quite possibly the horniest film I've ever seen, and that appropriately adds to the winking fun of it all.
"Have another cherry."