Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, a movie review by Hope Madden
The sequel feels less like a rehash or cash grab and more like a return to form. A return to ideas and creations that unleashed Burton’s imagination in ways few other projects have. It’s fun to have that back.
Three generations of the Deetz family return home to Winter River after an unexpected family tragedy. Still haunted by Beetlejuice, Lydia’s life soon gets turned upside down when her rebellious teenage daughter discovers a mysterious portal to the afterlife. When someone says Beetlejuice’s name three times, the mischievous demon gleefully returns to unleash his very own brand of mayhem.
Release date: 6 September 2024 (UK)
Director: Tim Burton
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, a movie review
No one has ever mastered gruesome charm, macabre whimsy, as fully as Tim Burton. His 1985 masterpiece Pee-wee’s Big Adventure made a name for him and his 1989 blockbuster Batman changed cinema. But it was with that movie in between, his ’88 nerdy goth classic Beetlejuice that we began to see the real Burton.
It also gave all outsiders everywhere the gift of Lydia Deets, so thank you Burton and Winona Ryder for that.
Lydia returns to Winter River, Connecticut with her widowed stepmother Delia, (Catherine O’Hara, glorious as always), and her estranged daughter, Astrid (Jenna Ortega). The family has reunited to mourn the passing of Lydia’s father.
Meanwhile, in the After World, BJ (Michael Keaton, all festering charisma) is still missing the one who got away (Lydia)—a theme, since his ex-wife (Monica Bellucci) has reanimated and is looking to swallow his soul.
One thing leads to another, somebody says his name three times, wedding bells ring, and Burton delivers his finest film in years.
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice isn’t too hindered by fan service. And it benefits from fun new characters and a couple of great cameos. Justin Theroux is a hoot as Lydia’s yoga-retreat-douche-bro beau, and Willem Dafoe’s a fun distraction.
Ryder gets plenty of opportunity to look conflicted. Every close up—and there are plenty—is just choppy bangs, big browns, furrowed brow. But Lydia’s flanked with fun, energetic characters—both old and new—so the film never drags.
Each set piece is an imaginative, ghoulish delight and O’Hara could be booked with larceny for as many scenes as she steals.
The main draw, of course, is he who really shouldn’t be named, at least not thrice. Keaton and his iconic over-the-topisms beam with the joyous vibe the entire film delivers. The sequel feels less like a rehash or cash grab and more like a return to form. A return to ideas and creations that unleashed Burton’s imagination in ways few other projects have. It’s fun to have that back.