Faye Dunaway finds an extremely powerful magic ball, and teams up with a drunken reject from the cast of Dynasty and the local school IT teacher to use magic to make the gardener horny for her. That’s actually the plot.

Genuinely funny and sweet at times, goofy lots of the time, dull in parts, but not a dud and not at all deserving of the bad reputation. It’s a good film which runs dry in the desert, no pun intended, but picks itself up again for the splendidly silly and funny ending pay-off. See it, enjoy it.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
The film begins with the most literal and over the top slideshow, narrated by the most distractingly overblown and exaggerated voiceover from Chris Rock. It’s so distracting it’s painful to listen to.
Moving forward we begin with the introduction to our main character a young (unnamed) orphan boy who goes to live with his grandmother. In the original story and film there’s a deeply magical introduction to the witches and grandmother’s backstory. This version skips by it with a story…
One of the greatest films ever made. No exaggeration.
All the human guest stars know their place is secondary to a singing frog, a joke telling bear, a starlet pig and a chicken-iring whatever; and they play their roles with sincerity and believability. Watch out for Steve Martin’s obnoxious waiter, and the entire sequence with Mel Brook’s evil scientist are particular highlights.
Charles Durning’s Doc Hopper is never once played as anything but straight, and he is clearly not only…