Witches of East End

The starter hour picks up steam whenever loose-cannon Amick bops around--although Ormond does a nice job of grounding its shenanigans in a semblance of reality.

While all the characters have boilerplate for bones--the brainy one, the pretty one, the smart aleck, the tortured hunk--crisp writing and buoyant performances keep the story from trending too trite or too "Twilight."

Witches of East End is the campiest hot mess on TV.

Even if the series plays it right down the middle--it’s not exactly good, but not terrible either--that might be all that’s needed to succeed.

Witches Of East End has the curious distinction of feeling at once underpopulated and way, way too busy.

Witches of East End is just not worth a viewer’s toils and troubles.

No amount of magic could elevate the amateurish acting and shoddy, choppy, derivative writing. Whatever the opposite of spellbinding is, that's this show.