Am I fan of 1998 classic Practical Magic? Considering I've watched it nearly every October since I was a teenager, I would say so. Did I think it needed a sequel? Absolutely not. Despite its admittedly bleak central conceit—every man who falls in love with an Owens woman dies—I find it to be the perfect comfort film with the perfect ending. One that, in my eyes, didn't need to be expanded upon or messed with.
Alas, a follow-up film was going to have to do just that. But as much as I would have liked to keep the Owens sisters exactly how I left them, I obviously wasn't going to miss seeing Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman make their witchy comebacks as Sally and Gillian Owens, the characters who defined my whimsigoth phase (which, TBH, has never really ended) and made floating off the roof of a Victorian mansion one of my life's goals. So when I was invited to an early screening of Practical Magic 2, I donned my best velvet maxi skirt and prepared myself for some popcorn and (hopefully) a midnight margarita or two.





