No one gets raped!
I’m not sure why these films average 90 minutes running time, when they’re nothing but vanilla sex and filler. Do new writers go through every movie in the franchise before drafting their own? I’m starting to feel a pattern. Witchcraft is becoming a parody of itself. An important question arises with each new installment: do we want to jerk off or do we want to be spooked?
For what it’s worth, we’re back to a more basic premise: simple comedic suburban characters, life in Salem, a new house... possibly haunted. I totally dug the protagonists’ chemistry. This is as closes to the first installment as these movies have been. Doesn’t make it good. This is no masterpiece. It’s pretty much the bottom of the barrel, like every Witchcraft film up to this point, but...
This is the first self-conscious sequel of the bunch, though humor is intermittent. It’s the ghost version of Witchcraft movies, where the malevolent spirit of a wizard inhabits the house of a loving couple. Nobody gets raped in Witchcraft 8. It’s quite the achievement. But whatever momentum this story acquires it loses in the third act, as it fails to deliver the terrifying ending it built up to.