Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you are spending this day free of work commitments, full of a smorgasbord of holiday foods, and surrounded by family. A few days ago, I talked about Charmed, a show where family held primary importance, and I’m going to talk about another today. As it’s the story of another close-knit, female-led dynasty of witches, Witches of East End was bound to draw a lot of comparisons with Charmed. The title of the show—and book series it is based on—is also extremely reminiscent of the famous book and film, The Witches of Eastwick, which had its own television adaptation, the sadly short-lived Eastwick. Despite my initial reservations about watching Witches of East End for fear of comparing it too much to other shows, I eventually gave in once I saw the first season was on my recently acquired Netflix. At first I was unsure about it, largely due to the heavy soap opera-ness of it all, but then I ended up really getting into it. After I finished, I couldn’t wait for the second season to premiere. However, things quickly went downhill from there, and I found myself so dissatisfied I didn’t even bother to watch the last few episodes of the season.
Major spoilers for the first and second season, and trigger warning for rape.
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