{"id":9903,"date":"2026-09-11T20:56:57","date_gmt":"2026-09-12T01:56:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thefilmfreak.com\/wordpress\/?p=9903"},"modified":"2026-09-11T20:56:57","modified_gmt":"2026-09-12T01:56:57","slug":"practical-magic-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thefilmfreak.com\/wordpress\/?p=9903","title":{"rendered":"Practical Magic 2"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Directed By Susanne Bier<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Starring &#8211; Sandra Bullock, Nicole Kidman, Dianne Wiest<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Plot &#8211; A multi generational family of witches, cursed to be loveless for centuries, attempts to break the spell by confronting dark secrets and sacrificing for each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Rated PG-13 for some violent content, suggestive material and brief strong adult language.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Ho10_4IX1jE\">Practical Magic 2 | Official Trailer<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>POSITIVES<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Of all of the unforeseen cinematic surprises of 2026, a sequel to Griffin Dunne&#8217;s 1998 romantic comedy was near the bottom of my preconceived expectations, and while Dunne is no longer along for the ride, Susanne Bier offers some refreshing directorial aspects that makes this on the least harmful side of legacy sequels, specifically in her expansion to the established lore, which blazes its own trail, instead of relying heavily on the proven fan service of the first movie as a crutch. While there are some undeniable parallels to that film, Bier instead delves further into the shrouded in secrecy pasts of its fore-frontal family, with some controversially uncovered developments that spawn complexity to their broken family dynamic, and while none of the big reveals are honestly that shocking or evocative towards the integrity of the experience, the expansive angling of the backstories of the characters does provide underlining emphasis that some thought and creative energy went towards realizing a sequel that is nearly thirty years in the making, and with this one passing the proverbial torch in more ways than expected to the engagement, its evidential stakes and geographic scope keep it from feeling like another superfluous cash grab, and one that I truly think will appeal to its hardcore fandom, regardless if they think that this sequel surpasses it, like I legitimately feel it does. On top of Bier&#8217;s influential impact to the world-building, the presentational aesthetics are also greatly improved from its predecessor, specifically the luminating cinematography from Simon Duggan, featuring breathtaking establishing shots, as well as color coordination between set decoration and lighting, which permeate a rich and affectionately tender canvas to authenticate the underlining emotionality of the material. Say what you will about that original movie, but it doesn&#8217;t exactly age gracefully with the increases of at-home technological theatrics, but with this movie opting for more of the lavishly lush surroundings of breathtaking scenery and blooming landscapes, there&#8217;s an unforeseen intoxicating element that prescribed beauty to the consistency of the shot selection, specifically as the setting shifts to England, with all of its stone castles and mossy backgrounds maintaining a stylistically stimulating appeal to this sequel. But even the direction and production&#8217;s elevating to this installment, it&#8217;s still the dependable foundation of Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman who serve as the very heartbeat of the film&#8217;s promising outlook, with each of them slipping so seamlessly back into the personalities of their characters, without truly ever missing a beat. While Bullock and Kidman capably conjure the effortless brand of sibling chemistry that flourishes from bickering banter and tender comfort surmised from various interactions with one another, their comfort and knowledge of one another transpires so earnestly in the ways they look and respond with one another, helping to not only bring some credible life and influence to otherwise monotonous material, but beyond that a duo of meaningful performances at the movie&#8217;s disposal, where nothing about their energetic convictions surmise any semblance of phoned-in emotionality to their deliveries. While Bullock and Kidman shine dependably as expected, they receive balance in the form of a supporting ensemble ranging from Lee Pace to Joey King, who lend such unique personality to their respective characters, with Pace himself palpably registering the magnetically enticing romantic chemistry between he and Bullock. This is one major issue that I had with the original film, as not only did Bullock and Aidan Quinn have the alluring magnetism of a paper bag and milk, but also felt forced in the construct of the narrative, but with ample time and framed connection towards fleshing out the commonalities of their backgrounds here, Bullock and Pace brandish a believably charming cadence that has no reservations in utilizing the first ingredient of this romantic comedy subgenre hybrid, cementing enough swoons and goosebumps for ladies of the audience seeking affirmation in their fictionized romances. Lastly, a personal touch to my own expectations for the franchise and these characters, the utilization of their magic feels much more consistent than the previous film, this time with some meaningfully tangible special effects work that destructively illustrates the power and intensity of Sally&#8217;s concealed angst. It doesn&#8217;t exactly require Bier to enact these larger-than-life set pieces that opt for unnecessary action, but instead these introspectively isolated moments that are brought to life in combing through the vulnerability of her children, and considering Sally is historically the more reserved of the siblings, the periodic outbursts supplant deconstructive insight to the composure that she&#8217;s typically maintained throughout, aging the conflict gracefully by appraising grave geographic distance between Sally and her involved daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>NEGATIVES<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The pleasantries end there, however, as Practical Magic 2 is unfortunately a disjointedly bloated and underdeveloped mess in the confines of its scatterbrained screenplay, where it feels like as many as three different scripts converge as one intendedly cohesive narrative in delivery. Part of the evidentially glaring problem stems from an unnecessary 130-minute runtime that isolates three respective tandems to the very same centralized conflict, with much of their correspondence enacting the same emotional responses without any semblance of urgency or attainable momentum to the relaxed editing, however just as much whiplash stems from a new breed of thinly written singularly-dimensional characters who fail to maintain the appealing factor of the engagement away from Sally and Gilly, allowing so much of the consistency of pacing to transpire sluggishly with no semblance of urgency to either the boyfriend who remains in a coma, or Sally&#8217;s daughter&#8217;s isolation in a foreign land. Specifically with the detractive emphasis of the latter, the performances from Stockard Channing or Maise Williams feel crucially wasted in the streamlined sensibilities of their characters serving as devices to move the plot forward for others like Sandra Bullock or Joey King, who are doing much of the heavy lifting to the narrative, but beyond that this unavoidable repetition among aforementioned echoed perspectives that beat the audience over the head with obviously on-the-nose exposition, and considering the editing practices aren&#8217;t intrusive enough to effectively trim the fat, it leaves so many of these vital moments feeling stagnantly stale to the movie&#8217;s overall execution, where easily twenty-five minutes from the finished product could be shaved, in order to singularly experience matters without echo. The worst of these examples easily stems from the movie&#8217;s ending, which not only effectively resolves matters with twenty minutes left in the film, but then lingers relentlessly with the kind of long-winded goodbye that makes Bier&#8217;s direction feel like it doesn&#8217;t know where to effectively end the film. If so much of the telegraphed material didn&#8217;t already feel predictably stale, with glaringly transparent twists that feel telegraphed from acts away, then the storytelling could&#8217;ve surmised momentum on the way to a crushing blow, but it ends arcs on such a conveniently inoffensive matter with these characters, where the movie&#8217;s need to have its cake and eat it too not only feels like a contradiction to the characters and their supernatural responsibilities, but also feels spineless in its timidness to compromise a feel-good ending. While I do think that this sequel is structurally and tonally framed better than its predecessor, the direction from Dunne far exceeds that of Bier, whose comedic dependency here feels unnatural in ways that are rarely ever effective at generating laughs, all the while extending the scene egregiously with improvisation that mostly redelivers the same punch line previously optioned. Part of what I appreciated about the original movie is that its momentary gags only materialized in the awkwardness of the situation, rather than executive actions of the characters, but here those very same subtleties are steamrolled with telegraphed set-ups that eviscerate the authenticity of the scenes that they accompany, leaving the romantic comedy balance strained by incessant meandering that felt desperate as a result of its try-hard emphasis. Another crushing blow to the movie&#8217;s integrity when compared to its predecessor is the underwhelming usage of its accompanying soundtrack, featuring contextually strange themes and lifeless covers that do little to interject energetic enticement to these scenes that utilize them. After a sentimentally stirring usage of Fleetwood Mac&#8217;s &#8216;Landslide&#8217;, the rest of the film quickly takes a nosedive with coldly clammy implemented choices that stand out distractingly above all else, such as one horrendous rendition of Mazzy Star&#8217;s &#8216;Fade Into You&#8217;, to which the original version would&#8217;ve appraised such a dream-like sensibility to the intended scene. Because the song choices rarely correspond with the established tone or theme of these scenes, it fails to enact the same kind of introspective exploration of the characters, where lyrically the song could take on new meaning with how it&#8217;s artistically mustered, and while not every track is a cover song, such as lent vocals by Olivia Rodrigo or Tony Orlando, they fail to stand out in any similarly appealing fashion to the ways they&#8217;re cleverly used in the 98&#8242; movie, instead feeling like randomly unmistakable deposits lacking any semblance of integrity beyond the need to sell downloads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>OVERALL<br>Practical Magic 2 might ultimately be superior to its structurally and tonally convoluted outdated predecessor, but it&#8217;s nevertheless a creatively disjointed and overly predictable mess that prolongs and repeats intended scenes towards encapsulating a bloated runtime. Despite detracting elements to some of the film&#8217;s most meaningful aspects, the performances from Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman still prove some semblance of magic to this nearly thirty year franchise, with enough pocketed moments of strength and sensitivity between them to put nostalgia-starved audiences under a spell for over two hours of this endurance test.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My Grade: 5.1 or D+<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Directed By Susanne Bier Starring &#8211; Sandra Bullock, Nicole Kidman, Dianne Wiest The Plot &#8211; A multi generational family of witches, cursed to be loveless for centuries, attempts to break the spell by confronting dark secrets and sacrificing for each other. Rated PG-13 for some violent content, suggestive material and brief strong adult language. 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