"Nicholson is definitely dancing on the edge as the antihero of "The Witches of Eastwick," but then so was John Updike when he wrote the risque' 1984 best seller. Now screen writer Michael Cristofer compounds the chaos with a beguiling brew of satanic spoof, sexual bickering, monster mash and Gothic slapstick comedy. If Hawthorne were alive and well in the ‘80s and inclined to caffeine abuse, he might have penned this frantic genre-bender, with its uninhibited exploration of repression's fruits -- political and physical -- with Daryl as devil's advocate to the women's movement." - Rita Kempley, Washington Post