Gypsy Magic by Rebecca York, Ann Voss Peterson, and Patricia Rosemoor
Cringe at the use of the word “Gypsy” as a fetish.
Cringe at the use of the word “Gypsy” as a fetish.
This is so over the top silly that it’s quite adorable despite its worst intentions.
Now this is what I call a fine Kwanzaa-time read.
A crappy book deserves a crappy review.
Special kids! Depressed adults! Lisping whispers everywhere!
It’s like half a romance. Only one couple’s story is fun. The other one is forgettable.
In a submarine, how are you going to run from the ghosts?
This is such a bad movie that it ends up being quite endearing despite itself.
Come gape at the heroine’s monumental stupidity!
Oops, it misses the bullseye with its heavy emphasis on dry exposition and fade-out naughty scenes.