Witches Three


In a prior post I commented on how Disney shortchanged its Halloweentown in the atmosphere department. Atmosphere was everything in Warner Bros.’s version of Eastwick, the storied witch-magnet town.

The short-lived Eastwick series (11 episodes aired in 2009) is remembered fondly by fans for its lustrous look, in addition to the chemistry of its stars. The show actually was the third attempt to bring The Witches of Eastwick, book and movie, to the small screen, though the only one to get the green light, however briefly. 

A front runner out of the gate, Eastwick stumbled when, as one IMDb commenter noted, the story line spun out of control. A challenging time slot didn’t help. Despite vocal fan support, the show wasn’t given a chance to regain its footing. It was canceled on November 9, 2009.

Eastwick never got a dvd release, though bits of it can be found online.

From left, Rebecca Romijn, Paul Gross, Lindsay Price, Jaime Ray Newman.

Eastwick fan site

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