Andrew Fleming’s 1996 entry into teen movie history hit at just the right time, capitalizing on a cultural curiosity with the occult that blew a big pop-goth bubble, briefly boosting sales of black makeup, stripey socks, suspenders, and clove cigarettes (this was weird, but not as weird as the ’90s also simultaneously resurrecting ska and swing dance). What caused The Craft to endure and enjoy teen classic status is the highly entertaining cast (Fairuza Balk is off her fucking nut in the best of ways), and the delicate balancing act between Heathers-esque black comedy and legitimately freaky supernatural horror.