Cassandra is a kind of good natured witch with gentle powers, the second wife of the local police chief in small town America, and much beloved of his children. She is given to doing small things to make things better for people, but suddenly everything starts going wrong, and she starts getting blamed. Factor in a young man called Drew who particularly blames her for losing his business and fiancée, and backs this with threats which coincide with the dates when things happened to Cassandra's predecessor under a curse, and the recipe is set for niceness with mild jeopardy.
I was at home feeling unwell, so I watched this. I had not watched - or even heard of - the five previous movies or the subsequent one, so I had no preconceptions. And I didn't catch the word "Hallmark", so I had no warning. But I quite like Catherine Bell despite her now distinctly peculiar top lip, so I thought I would give it a go.
Apart from the annoying fat shopkeeper lady, and unpleasant Drew (who miraculously completely changes his character at the end of the film), everybody is nice. Horribly, sickeningly nice. So nice that they practically have treacle oozing out of every pore. And Cassandra herself is annoyingly given to speaking to people in inspirational epithets. Just like the sort of thing you might find in Hallmark cards, in fact. Oh, wait...
Well, normally I'm not too demanding if I'm crashed on the sofa feeling poorly, but I must be on the mend because I found this to be unbearably glutinous.
I was at home feeling unwell, so I watched this. I had not watched - or even heard of - the five previous movies or the subsequent one, so I had no preconceptions. And I didn't catch the word "Hallmark", so I had no warning. But I quite like Catherine Bell despite her now distinctly peculiar top lip, so I thought I would give it a go.
Apart from the annoying fat shopkeeper lady, and unpleasant Drew (who miraculously completely changes his character at the end of the film), everybody is nice. Horribly, sickeningly nice. So nice that they practically have treacle oozing out of every pore. And Cassandra herself is annoyingly given to speaking to people in inspirational epithets. Just like the sort of thing you might find in Hallmark cards, in fact. Oh, wait...
Well, normally I'm not too demanding if I'm crashed on the sofa feeling poorly, but I must be on the mend because I found this to be unbearably glutinous.