Season of the Witch has nothing at all to do, in theme, tone or mood, with the Donovan song of the same name. If only! No great-sounding nonsense warbling about beatniks out to make it rich, or rabbits running in a ditch, or even about the necessity of picking up every stitch. Just a Crusades-era Nicolas Cage traipsing round Ye Olde Europe in chain mail and unwashed hair, trying to transport a supposed witch-girl from point A to point B at the behest of his Church — which, by the way, he’s lost faith in.
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REVIEW: Season of the Witch? More like Season of the Whatever
