Film

The Love Witch

Name: The Love Witch
Genre: Horror, Comedy, Romance
Released: 2016
Cast: Samantha Robinson, Gian Keys, Laura Waddell, Jeffrey Vincent Parise, Jared Sanford

Anna Biller's hand-stitched, candy-colored fever dream follows Elaine, a witch convinced she can conjure the perfect man through spellwork, lingerie, and total self-erasure. Shot on lush 35mm in deliberately arch 1960s style, it's part loving parody, part genuine tragedy about the fantasy of feminine devotion. Gorgeous, funny, and never quite comfortable — patience is rewarded.

TMDb rating

6.4

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