Tim Burton, you know who he is
Ah the early days of Tim Burton. When he was still willing to take on original concepts. When his artistic ideas were still fresh and new – and at their prime. I have many things to say about the guy, many of which are quite negative, however, he used to do great things, and Beetlejuice is the finest example. I am working on a full post regarding Mr. Burton that I am sure will piss off a lot of fine people.
The iconic white and black stripes, claymation, beautiful grotesquery, and off beat characters are in full effect in Beetlejuice. Michael Keeton truly pulls off a character that could never be played by someone else in our imagination. Sure, make-up helps, but he encapsulates the character. Winona Ryder plays a perfect Lydia due to the fact that she was simply playing herself. Winona Ryder plays Winona Ryder, and always has. If the character is a broken, emotional train wreck, then Ryder plays it perfectly. If the character is anything else, she acts worse than a dumpster fire. Catherine O’Hara, Jeffrey Jones, Alec Baldwin, Geena Davis, and Glen Shadix all play their parts with overzealous gusto, which is exactly what the movie calls for.
The story is simple, yet elegant. Editor’s Note: Why do I so often sound like I am describing cheap wine with a screw off top? Two people die and find that there is a whole process to being dead and bureaucracy lives on into the afterlife. In an attempt to rid their home of pretentious yuppies, the couple enlist the service of Bettlegeuse, a ghost that isn’t worth getting in bed with, even for a quick thrill. You all know the story I’m sure. Go watch it again, I promise you will be happy you did – even if you just watched it yesterday.
Of course, in their world I am probably a dumpster fire of my own.
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