“FORBIDDEN FRUITS” IS THE KIND OF WITCH FEMME CULT COMEDY YOU'LL GLADLY SELL YOUR SOUL FOR

Forbidden Fruits comes out the gate making one thing clear: girl gangs are power structures first, friendships second. They pull you in, dress you up, then make you earn your place over and over again. Belonging, here, is conditional, tightly controlled, and constantly at risk. And once you’re inside, you’re not just part of the group—you’re expected to perform.

The film enters that lineage of films that understand this instinctively. It treats female friendship not as a site of uncomplicated intimacy, but as a charged ecosystem where power, desire, imitation, and violence sit uncomfortably close together. And what makes the film interesting isn’t just what it depicts, but what it taps into: a long-standing cultural fascination with the girl gang as both a sanctuary and a threat.

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From the opening moments of Meredith Alloway’s feature debut, which sees one of its character, Apple, throw her scalding latte on the penis of a bystander crudely jerking off to her, it’s clear that the director not only has a vision but something righteous and incendiary to say.

Not all may be won over by the film’s aggressively campy tone, but this one is for those who like their sisterhood slashers dashed with sapphic yearning, divine femininity, and an exploration of how we’ll deny who we are just to feel a part of something larger than ourselves. It operates at a more cosmically tragic level if you devote your time to it, but it works just as well if consumed in the background of a sleepover where the gossip and liquor are flowing freely.

Set almost entirely inside a Dallas mall boho chic storefront called Free Eden—because of course it is—Forbidden Fruits follows the aforementioned Apple (played by an oddly intoxicating Lili Reinhart), a retail girlboss with a God complex, who runs a secret femme witch cult in the store’s basement after hours. She’s curt and controlling, but she’s also just cunt, and maybe that’s exactly why the girls are willing to do pretty much anything to maintain the peace...Every pack needs a leader.

Her inner circle includes Fig (played by Alexandra Shipp, playfully leaning into the nerdiness beneath the facade of flawless cool) is seemingly the most self-sufficient one of the bunch. And Cherry (played by You's Victoria Pedretti) with her hyper-feminine softness, who's as deeply tragic as she is immensely funny, and feels like a living homage to the woman they all idolize and admire: Marilyn Monroe.

These girls move like a unit. Speak like a unit. They size people up within seconds and know exactly how to play them. They sharpen their personalities to create desire, to close a sale, to make customers feel like buying into Free Eden might also mean buying into whatever it is these women have as they cultivate an atmosphere that feels equal parts aspirational and vaguely sacred.

And what they have—at least from the outside—is each other.

Pumpkin, the new girl in town (played by The Summer I Turned Pretty’s Lola Tung), is less a naive newbie and more an investigative interloper, her eyes always scanning for cracks in the facade and ways to become essential to the group (and perhaps more…).

There’s also witchcraft threaded through the film—rituals, chants, blood, a moment where they string together nonsense words as a kind of prayer (or curse) while pouring emotion into a gaudy boot. It's half-serious, half-aesthetic, gesturing toward something deeper. But the true system at play here is social, not supernatural.

The magic is belonging.

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The film plays out like one that knows you're in on the joke. The girls flirt with customers, swap gossip in dressing rooms, and then, once the gates come down, descend into the basement for wine-that’s-definitely-not-wine and confessionals.

And from the very moment it kicks off, Forbidden Fruits feels like a throwback to a bygone era of cunty girl cinema. Adapted from Lily Houghton’s play "Of the woman came the beginning of sin and through her we all die" and produced by none other than Diablo Cody, the film has a deceptively simple premise: A young woman joins a stunning group of mall retail workers and tries to navigate their performative sisterhood. And, well, who among us hasn’t been seduced by the allure of a cool-looking gaggle of gals? Especially one with a ginger Lili Reinhart at the helm.

Reinhart weaponizes a dead-eyed gaze of control. It’s all about the little gestures, the offbeat reactions, and the subtle sensuality behind the way she presents her own ideas as something truly good for you. Plus, in her mind, she’s just trying to create a utopic world for herself and the women around her. Who could blame her for trying?

Well, everyone can. And that loathing, envy, manipulation, and tragedy is what drives Forbidden Fruits. Perhaps it isn’t nearly as tight as it could be, sort of sprawling in all directions after its run out of incisive criticism. Or even as queer as it could (and maybe should) be, with its sole instance of girl-on-girl being one of shock and power.

But when your film takes place in a store called Free Eden, where its central characters are all named only after fruit (and a pickle) and they play witches, you’d be hard pressed to find any subtext here, even at a discounted rate. And that's not a dig. Such a maximalist canvas is what allows for the film’s larger provocations around kinship to take shape.

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There’s been a distinct lack of cuntiness in contemporary cinema and television. Look at the way the Heathers reboot was unfairly maligned for fixating on how queer people can and do tear each other to shreds on a regular basis in order to get ahead. That kind of energy is what Forbidden Fruits is willing to bring back and what makes it stand out amidst so much current programming that feels the need to overcorrect its past selves.

And boy are the women of Forbidden Fruits so deliciously monstrous to each other, while also occasionally giving a glimpse into just how sincerely kind they could be if not for the fact that they have to adhere to the rules set before them by their queen bee.

It's frankly a delight to watch all of these actresses trading barbs while accompanied by a banger of a soundtrack, or stringing together nonsense words to conjure the devil or whatever. It’s all kind of stupid, and the witchcraft itself is kind of ancillary and potentially pointless, but that’s exactly why it works: The real power exists within the girls themselves.

If Forbidden Fruits has a thesis, it’s this: sisterhood is not inherently safe.

The film rejects the easy narrative of female friendship as redemptive, instead presenting it as something far more complicated—a space where love and harm can coexist, often indistinguishably. And Forbidden Fruits understands something deeply embarrassing about being a woman: sometimes the best and worst thing that ever happened to you is your friends.

4/5 ★: A campy, tasty, witchy, bitchy, horny, hexy horror comedy romp.