Like many kids of the early ’90s, I caught flashes of the enticing movie “Teen Witch” on cable: a girl in a floppy hat, glittery title cards and what looked like a low-budget attempt at “Clueless” with a broomstick. I never gave it a chance at the time because I was too young to appreciate what it was trying to do.
But one night, as an adult in the middle of a nostalgia-fueled binge, I finally gave in. And I confirmed to myself that I should have done so years ago.