The Craft has become a kind of Wiccan cliché; at least, my former BFF, who sort of created his own idea of what it means to be a Wiccan, certainly felt that way – mainly because, to be honest, you still do get a lot of mean girls walking past their arch-nemeses and pulling out a hunk of hair. However, this is still a darkly magical movie. I think it greatly illustrates just why you should never, ever play around with anything for personal gain. But the real reason I like it? I've always had a thing for Fairuza Balk!