I was skeptical about Eastwick because I just don’t like movies being made into a television series.   I was horribly wrong, in fact, I am now obsessed with it.  The cast is fantastic.  I’m glad Lindsay Price jumped from Lipstick Jungle to this show.  Rebecca Romajin brings a breath of fresh air to her character as an earthy caring mother. Jamie Ray Newman is a show stopper as a nurse with five kids, adding an underlying quiet anger to her role. But I saved the best for last. I am in utter lust for Mr. Darryl Van Horne, played by Paul Gross, the devilish billionaire who rolls into town and starts a ruckus.  He is ten million times sexier than Jack Nicholson, who was in the original film. He looked and sounded familiar and then I remembered that he was the constable from Due South.  I laughed about that show and actually made fun of him because he was Canadian.  I regret it now.  I dream about this man. I want to cover him in duck fat and bake him naked. His voice alone could sell the H1N1 virus and millions of women would buy it. He has been called an older version of Julian McMahon (who is Australian, by the way), but I cannot and will not do the same. However, I would like to see both of them dressed in nothing but boxer briefs and feeding me grapes.