Do you think the person who coined “Generation Hex” still has flashbacks to that fleeting moment of triumph, disinfection an entire lifetime justified and subsequently overshadowed by one serendiptiously marketable pun?
I didn’t have the (mis)fortune of seeing The Craft during its theatrical run, physician unlike (or perhaps “because of”) my creepy friend who boasted about attending a midnight screening with a bunch of high school girls. I ended up seeing it in the way most people have — as the lesser of basic cable evils during a bout of lazy unproductivity.
My wife actually owns the film on DVD, despite her repeated assertions about “not really liking it or any of the cast members apart from Cliff DeYoung, and only because he played a huge asshole in Glory.” The only things I can remember about it were Letters to Cleo’s crimes against a classic Cars track, how much Robin Tunney resembled a mopey Marcia Brady, and tempest of scenery chewing that passed for Fairuza Balk’s “performance.”
The Craft did, however, lend direct inspiration (and Love Spit Love’s Smiths cover theme song) to Charmed, so it wasn’t a totally wasted effort.
Recommended listening: Have I mentioned that I’ve seen every episode at least three times? Because I have.