What a fun little movie. Reserved Jane (Susan Sarandon), sassy Alex (Cher)and lovable Sukie (Michelle Pfeiffer) are good friends in a small, conservative town, Eastwick. They are all widowed or divorced and dream of a tall, dark and handsome foreign prince to come riding on a black horse and sweep them of their feet. What they don't know is they are witches and when they all wish for something together, it is granted. There is some all round good acting. The three leading actresses are amazing as the average single working women who just happen to be witches. The movie manages to give them interesting personalities. Jane in particular has a really comedic character arc.But it is Jack Nicholson who steals every scene he is in. His Daryl van Horne is the devil himself who has come as an answer to the witches' wishes. He is over-the-top, funny and despicable all at the same time. This character is a good addition to his collection crazy-guy roles. The premise is silly and the movie knows it. Hence, it gives us lot of hilariously silly moments. The climax is one good laugh-fest. A good movie to watch if are looking for some light entertainment.

I suppose having Jack Nicholson play the usual Jack Nicholson character was thought by some to be a casting coup - and a masterpiece would be born. Cher. Sarandon. Pfeiffer. A real casting coup. All they needed was a script.They didn't get it with this dreck. The Hayes Code is long gone, but movies like this tell us why codes evolve in the first place: hideousness built on wretchedness heaped on tastelessness served on poor writing pretending to be clever and wry. With Satan as obnoxious centerpiece.When anything can be filmed and standards evaporate, shock shlock results - attention earned not by great dialogue, clever sets, smart comedy, but by puking, mocking, and dialogue out of a bad True Detective parody.Satan comes into the lives of three women in small-town America. In one choice vignette, he gives a mocking, foul speech in a church. In another, he gives a mocking foul speech . . . Well you get the drift. Foul speech, puke, foul speech, puke, interspersed with not the slightest bit of cleverness. A high school film project effort where the teacher never showed up to advise.Hideous.

I honestly believe I have a sense of humour. I have been known on a few rare occasions to laugh out loud spontaneously in a public place while reading humorous literature. Do you have to be American to find this funny? I love John Updike and I am prepared to believe there is a dark enjoyable novel behind this film. But it has been turned into a humourless, grotesque film. Nicholson has made a raft of poor films offset by some of the finest performances of any actor. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and As Good As It Gets outweigh any number of duds. Polansky extracted a wonderful performance in Chinatown. But wide-eyed wildness does not make humour. The set pieces are just embarrassing most especially the pink balloons and the tea trolley. I have to be honest the 80s hairstyles really do not help.

When a devil's avatar inadvertently being summoned by a trinity of 3D women (Cher, dead- husbanded; Sarandon, divorced; Pfeiffer, deserted) in the Eastwick as the paragon of the man of their dreams (Nicholson, who would believe that?), this comedy-horror has reveled in its runaway pulp fondness, occasionally sprinkled with a few trashy SFX, but the overall consensus is that it could pamper to a certain female-skewed audience (who are zealous about woman's independence), but by and large it fails to conjure up a first-class piece of work and more regrettably the characters are really underwritten, a dream-team cast is squandered (Sarandon at least plausibly fares all right with a transformative presence, while Cher and Pfeiffer barely shine in their goofiness and tediousness). First billed in the film, Nicholson continues his lucky streak in horror-maniac breed since his emblematic creepiness in THE SHINING (1980), whose inexplicable sex appeal has never been fully expounded, yet, all three women plain fall for him all of a sudden (maybe this is love's magic attribute). Then the polygamy orgy doesn't last long since (again inexplicably), a local woman (Cartwright, who unbelievably gives the best performance of the film) has been possessed by the devil and does some sort of tele-simultaneous stunts (in a pretty disgusting manner) and slaughtered by her bleeding heart husband. So 3D women apparently are shocked and start to doubt the real identity of their ideal man, who on the other hand, feels being snubbed by them and discharges a fit of torment on them and eventually 3D women unanimously fight back and voodoo the devil and manage to dispel him, later on their live happily with their children (who are the devil's seeds) while the devil is incarcerated inside the multi-TV screens. My recount is as inconsequent as the film goes, but there are my guilty pleasure moments, e.g. the near-end of Nicholson being witched by his own tele-simultaneous tricks, but the blithe spell is too short to be pleased by. Anyway it is glad to see director George Miller (from MAD MAX franchise) has re-regulated his career orbit, now he is the one running the show of animations, the Oscar winning HAPPY FEET (2006, a 7/10) is under his belt, which I could not have foreseen from this film in any event.