SummaryBeetlejuice (Michael Keaton) is back! After an unexpected family tragedy, three generations of the Deetz family return home to Winter River. Still haunted by Beetlejuice, Lydia's (Winona Ryder) life is turned upside down when her rebellious teenage daughter, Astrid (Jenna Ortega), discovers the mysterious model of the town in the attic...
SummaryBeetlejuice (Michael Keaton) is back! After an unexpected family tragedy, three generations of the Deetz family return home to Winter River. Still haunted by Beetlejuice, Lydia's (Winona Ryder) life is turned upside down when her rebellious teenage daughter, Astrid (Jenna Ortega), discovers the mysterious model of the town in the attic...
The zippy pacing, buoyant energy and steady stream of laugh-out-loud moments hint at the joy Burton appears to have found in revisiting this world, and for anyone who loved the first movie, it’s contagious. That applies also to the actors, all of whom warm to the dizzying lunacy.
We’ve waited 36 years for this sequel and despite some rough plot patches, Michael Keaton returns in peak form to the funniest role of his career as the trickster demon who’s determined to let his freak flag fly. The Juice is loose, babe. Act accordingly.
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is an exercise — or exorcise — in studio IP extension that is so strange and unusual as to be almost review-proof. It's messy and overstuffed, but its quirky charms may well win you over.
By Christian Bone and Taylor Mansfield
FULL REVIEW
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice may not be that fresh or substantial – it’s basically comfort food for long-term Burton fans – but it’ll be hard for viewers to repress a pleased smile, or graveyard rictus.
It takes way too long — nearly an hour of a 105-minute movie — for Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’s actual story to emerge and for Keaton to take center stage again. Once he shows up, though, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice springs to life. Er, make that afterlife.
The screenplay, by the team of Alfred Gough and Miles Millar, is at once overstuffed—in this it resembles Burton’s Dark Shadows—and full of missed opportunities.
With its limp humor, canned sentiment, and over-egged efforts to gross us out, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is a waste of a good cast and a defacement of a classic film’s legacy. Most galling of all, it was summoned willingly by people who should know better than to mess with what’s long been peacefully laid to rest.
The good: Plenty of funny moments, good acting, old school visual effects, and (some) of the old gang.
The bad: all of the above cannot mask the fact that without the original premise, there's not much story to tell, so it feels like many subplots were created as fillers, and they end up without any purpose.
Verdict: watch the original, and wait for this one to come to one of the streaming services.
In previously in 1988,Lydia defeat a Beetlejuice,eaten by a sandworm and finally she defeat again,she call him in three times then*Boom!* and banishes him then it's over..........
This is an absolute mess of a film. It doesn’t really have a reason to exist and I think the people that made it either just did it for fun or for a cash grab. The only entertainment I got out of it was from Michael Keaton who is still very funny as Betelgeuse.
Tim Burton, Michael Keaton and Winona Ryder lead us back into the afterlife, reviving a dormant horror/comedy property after thirty-five years in the crypt. This installment follows a much older Lydia, still outfitted in black lace and mascara, in pursuit of a relatively normal teenage daughter who's been mired by a ghastly paranormal plot. As Mom’s been troubled by a marriage-starved slacker ghoul for most of her own life, she does have some experience in these matters. Not that kids of this age are known for acknowledging their parents’ advice.
It’s impossible not to make comparisons, so we’ll get those out of the way right now: much as it would like to be, this isn’t a match for the original. Not even close. Where 1988's Beetlejuice boasts a tight focus, just two primary narrative threads and a host of impishly amusing (but relevant) sidetracks, the sequel fires a buckshot of mixed ideas into its audience. There’s just way too much going on; too many superfluous characters and competing interests that distract from the core stories, rather than enhancing them. Some of those new bits connect - I especially enjoyed the disco-themed soul train and Catherine O’Hara’s appropriately eccentric character arc - but most can be classified as flat callbacks or pale impersonations. The production may be shinier, with wider angles and more polished effects, but it lacks the acidic bite, strange charms and bold confidence of the first. This package feels like a masquerade, an outdated creature that stretches and fights to impress its intrinsic weirdness upon us, where for the original that just came naturally.
There’s no shortage of name actors to help populate Tim Burton’s campy little world. In the title role, I’m shocked by how accurately the 73-year-old Keaton is able to channel his younger self. His take on the slovenly “ghost with the most” hasn’t missed a beat, still manic and slimy after all these years. Betelgeuse has the ethics of a car salesman and the patience of a toddler at the witching hour, and I would’ve loved to spend an extra half-hour on his coat tails. Ryder is only okay as a **** midlife widow, far more tentative and flaky than she was as a teen, and thus, less interesting as a character. Jenna Ortega, who Burton recently directed in the thematic match Wednesday, provides a necessarily cynical counter-balance to all the loud supernatural types. Her story has the most heart, but spends too long on the back-burner. And, rather than deflecting attention away from its missing cast members, Beetlejuice 2 shines an odd spotlight on them. Most glaring of these is the scandalized Jeffrey Jones, who was not invited to return but sees his character emphasized and expanded anyway. That seems like a weird choice, or maybe just an offbeat running joke. How many ways can we fit this guy into a scene without showing his face?
I’m sure this remake had the best intentions, but it doesn’t feel purposeful or authentic. Very much a parallel to the middle-aged nobody who still thinks they’re the hip, daring kid they might have been back in high school. It’s a confused picture, one which is complicated by aimless ideas with only a scant connection to the plot; burning minutes as if it has all the time in the world and then turning frantic when we near the end of the tracks. It looks right, and Keaton does his best to save the sinking ship, but it’s no use. I kept waiting and hoping for this to get better... but it doesn’t.