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Beetlejuice Beetlejuice – Film Review

Cast: Michael Keaton, Winona Ryder, Catherine O’Hara, Justin Theroux, Monica Bellucci, Jenna Ortega, Willem Dafoe

Director: Tim Burton

Synopsis: Decades after the events of Beetlejuice, three generations of the Deetz family return to Winter River, where a family member discovers a portal to the afterlife. This enables the return of the ghost with the most, Betelgeuse himself…

Review: In the vastly idiosyncratic filmography of Tim Burton, words like freaky, wacky, quirky, eccentric, and macabre often come to mind. Though, perhaps none captures these qualities more than the 1988’s Beetlejuice. A story about death and the afterlife had no business being as charming, bizarre and witty as it was, with a glorious scene-stealing performance from Michael Keaton as the titular character, despite only 17 minutes of screentime. An impressive achievement for what was Burton’s second feature film and represented the start of a long and lasting collaboration between Burton and Winona Ryder, including a certain Caped Crusader in the case of the former. Years after being banished to the afterlife (Betelguese, not Batman), the Juice is let loose for a legacy sequel that earns its stripes and does not deserve to be banished to purgatory forevermore.

It has been over 30 years since Lydia Deetz (Ryder) was almost married to a sleazy bio-physicist. Despite him being out of her life, Lydia is haunted by visions of the ghost with the most. A family tragedy brings Lydia, her stepmother Delia (O’Hara), and her daughter Astrid (played by Ortega) back to Winter River. During this time, Lydia attempts to reconnect with Astrid, who initially shows little interest. However, Astrid’s curiosity is piqued when she discovers an old model of the town in the attic. Their efforts to build a relationship seem to be making progress until a family member says THAT name three times, Betelgeuse is let loose on the world of the living, and he has some unfinished business to take care of.

When a significant amount of time has passed between films in a franchise, there is always the risk that the sequel will become nothing more than nostalgia bait for fans of the original and will lean too heavily into that, and forget to tell a story worth telling. A dangerous game, which this sequel thankfully is not interested in playing. In the years since, Lydia is the face of a TV show as a psychic mediator, trying to juggle a relationship with her producer Rory (Theroux), while Astrid is struggling to come to terms with the loss of her father. Meanwhile, in the land of the ghouls, Betelgeuse is up to his usual tricks in an attempt to win Lydia back, all while Dolores (Belluci) is on an intensely personal mission to track Betelgeuse down and will stop at nothing until she finds him, but not before she has to (literally) put herself back together. Burton’s gothic style is fully turned up to the maximum and he is absolutely in his element.

Speaking of people in their element, Keaton in the titular role is once again an absolute joy of chaotic energy, he slips back into that stripy suit effortlessly like he never took it off. Ryder and Ortega, the latter of whom you get the spooky sense might just be on a long journey as another frequent Burton collaborator, are a very effective pairing. Even though Astrid feels unhappiness and resentment towards her mother, they work together as schemes perpetuated by those on the other side threaten to have dire consequences for them both. Dafoe is fun, if a little underutilized as a deceased actor who really enjoyed playing a cop when he was alive. However, no one is more underserved by this sequel than Belluci. She makes her presence known with what precious little screentime and lines she has, but it is a real squandered opportunity that her backstory wasn’t further fleshed out.

Alfred Gough’s and Miles Millar’s script, from a story they wrote with Seth Grahame-Smith, strives to differentiate itself from its predecessor by spending more time in the Land of the Dead, rather than the living. As undeniably cool and enjoyable as it is to see this bizarre and unique portrayal of what life is almost certainly nothing like once we leave this mortal coil, there are so many different strands to this story at play. They have all been thrown into one big gigantic melting pot and ultimately, too many plot lines spoil the slimy afterlife broth, as it doesn’t always fully cohere and the plot becomes a little bit messy and unfocused.

Nevertheless, the film boasts immaculate production design, a preference for practical effects for as many scenes as possible, and stellar work from the hair and make-up teams. All these elements, combined with, Danny Elfman’s memorable score, give this sequel enough juice to go wild and delight and horrify the audience in equal measure. Time will tell if Burton decides to venture back into the zany world of the undead to complete the trilogy, perhaps saying Beetlejuice’s name three times will do the trick, although please do so at your own risk.