Please don't spend money on this.

Boring, long, and too preachy.

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

***SPOILERS*** The film that inspired the TV hit series "Bewitched"-Bewitched! Bewitched! you know that craft so well- some 25 years later stars the drop dead gorgeous blonde not yet out of her teens Veronia Lake as 270 year old Jennifer. It's Jennifer who together with her warlock dad Daniel,Cecil Kallaway, who came back to life with the help of a lighting strike to hunt the decedent of puritan Nathaniel Wooley, Fredric March, who condemned them both to death back in the 17th century for practicing witchcraft. Working together as a team Jennifer and her dad Daniel take aim at Nathaniel's great-to something like the 10th generation-grandson Jonathon Wooley also played by Fredic March who's expected to win the election for the state governor as well as planning to marry pretty red-head Estelle Masterson, Susan Hayward, the same evening as part of a double-header!With Jennifer suddenly coming on the scene with her making Johathon save her life in a hotel fire he ends up cooked with his both political and marriage lives in her taking control of them. Jennifer who at first tried to do everything possible to make Johathon's life miserable soon falls madly in love with the somewhat confused jerk who has no idea who she really is-A Witch-and what she and her dad Daniel have planned for him. Breaking up Jonathon's marriage plans was bad enough but leaving him out to hang just didn't quite work out as Jennifer planned. With her dad turning on her for not going through in destroying Jonathon's love life, by her falling in love with him, Jennifer also saves his political career by getting the entire state electorate-2,700,000 to 0-with her witchcraft to vote him into office!***SPOILERS***It's Jennifer's warlock dad Daniel who disapproved in her falling in love and marrying Johathon that was the last stepping stone for her to overcome and she did it by tricking him, who's a down and out drunk to begin with, to get himself lost in a bottle of bourbon and with Jennifer putting the cork down on it was never to bother them again. Veronica Lake started a whole new craze in hairstyles with her Peek-a-Boo look in the movie that it almost cost the war for the US against Nazi Germany and Emperial Japan. That with so many young women working in defense plants- With the men away fighting the war- producing war material having their hair caught in the machinery that she had to drastically change it-For patriotic reasons-in order to keep the war economy going.

Served as French film pyrotechnist René Clair's second Hollywood venture when he was a hired- hand by the studios, I MARRIED A WITCH cashes in on a light-hearted script about witchcraft and head-over-heels romance, and headlined by a 20-year-old Veronica Lake (in her iconic peekaboo coiffure) and a visibly too-old-for-the-bachelor-role Fredric March.The fatuous story develops around a witch Jennifer (Lake), after miraculously awaken by a thunder striking the oak tree where she and her sorcerer father Daniel (Kellaway) were burned centuries ago, now is frivolously bent on seeking revenge from Wallace Wooley (March), the descendant of her denouncer in Salem, by seducing the latter into marry her, so that she can break his heart. But under the premise is that Wooley's family has been already inflicted by her curse that all descendants will marry the wrong woman, so their marriages have been destined for unhappiness, which only makes her punishment gratuitous.Anyway, things don't go exactly as Jennifer plans, for one thing, she accidentally drinks the philter which prepares for Wallace and gets all smitten with him instead. However, as the throwaway catchword is "love over witchery", which would been unsubtly addressed multiple times in the course of the farce, the writers (including an uncredited Dalton Trumbo as the contributing writer) seem oblivious enough to unleash her under the spell, so eventually when they reach that banal happy ending, it awkwardly sends out a mixed message in aftermath.The cast is serviceable at its best, there is a pleasant and even childlike guilelessness in Veronica Lake's cheerful insouciance, radiates from her vintage glamour out of her petite figure, a starlet made from Tinseltown banks on her looks rather than her acting range, while Oscar-winning leading man Fredric March self-consciously settles for a perpetual innocuous bewilderment, to audience's amusement, only Cecil Kellaway is whimsically glinting with a certain degree of unpredictability to make the plot thicken. Finally, it is downright offensive to see Susan Hayward is cast in a thankless role as Wallace's petulant bride-to-be Estelle, plays a second fiddler to a star far less talented than her.An utterly harmless fluff notwithstanding, the picture at least dazzles with its dexterity of handling with its fantasy tropes, two wisps of smoke represents the amorphous Jennifer and Daniel and a set piece of a flying taxi using matte legerdemain must have been quite an engrossing technique to woo its audience upon its release, a credit certainly should be attributed to Mr. Clair himself.

In my days I've certainly seen my fair share of utterly rank-awful "Screwball" comedies from the 30s & 40s. But, when it comes right down to the level of sheer crap, I honestly don't think I've ever seen one that manages to scrape the absolute bottom of the barrel as "I Married A Witch" inevitably did.Not only was this picture's special effects atrociously bad (even for old-school), but I'm also completely convinced that its story had been literally slapped carelessly together on the spur of the moment. And, even though this seemed to be the case, I'm pretty certain that movie-audiences back in 1942 loved this crummy, brain-dead comedy to pieces and excitedly looked forward to more of the same from Hollywood.When it came to absolutely annoying, grate-on-your-nerves characters, I'd say that the petite, peek-a-boo girl, Veronica Lake, as Jennifer, the witchy witch, had me repeatedly cringing with contempt for her every time she appeared on screen (no matter how attractive the make-up artists tried to make her look).Incompetently directed by Rene Clair (who was obviously just a bungling boob who knew nothing about directing coherent comedy), I have now completely sworn off ever watching another stupid and sickening Screwball comedy, ever-ever again.

Delightfully off-the-wall comedy that whips up a bit of supernatural contrivance to skate fairly near the Hayes Code boundaries of the day. No wonder portraits of strait-laced puritans keep falling (literally) off the wall. Frederick March is a rising politician with no noticeable moral qualities on the verge of his wedding (to classy Susan Hayward) and an election, who is caught up in a series of increasingly compromising situations with a witch come back to take revenge on his ancestor, in the form of Veronica Lake. She subverts the melodrama of him rescuing her from a burning hotel with seductive come-ons. We know it's a set-up, in the papers it looks like a publicity stunt, and he himself suspects it's a frame-up by his political rivals. But the joke is he resists rather feebly. People don't just fall in love, he tells her. "Hmmm, guess this'll take longer than I planned" she muses. She spins the clock round several hours having got herself into his bed and his pyjamas, and dawn finds him still reasoning with her at the bedside. The Hayes Code kept him off the bed of course. But his heroic rescue has made the front pages, and when his PA says "What a break - you don't know what this young woman can do for you." he replies "Oh I've got a pretty good idea" with a glance up at the bedroom. Today's films can't do this stuff, we've lost the moralistic conventions to subvert, and the art of the knowing wink to the audience. But the plot skates along to the stuffy wedding, where we know something's gotta give, complicated by the fact that her love-potion has backfired and she's drunk it herself. Her roguish wizard father (Cecil Kellaway) materialises to keep the bedevilment going (as carried over into the 1960s TV spin off "Bewitched") and open scandal requires a bit of magic to conjure a light and fluffy ending out of the hat. It's the moral ambiguity of March's character in the subtext and the delightful send-up of the femme-fatale that give a sardonic noir edge to this felicitous comedy.