Review: Despite its charm, ‘Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’ sequel shouldn’t have been summoned
It’s hard to overstate the cultural impact of Tim Burton’s “Beetlejuice” in 1988 — in fact, it feels like the wild-haired “bio-exorcist” memorably embodied by Michael Keaton has simply always been around, especially for a subset of millennials who grew up with the zany horror comedy on repeat. The film was a critical and commercial success, spawning an animated series and, later, a Broadway musical. And now, 36 years after “Beetlejuice” made Winona Ryder a star, a sequel, “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice,” finally skitters into theaters.
The idea of a follow-up to the hit film has long been bandied about, with scripts commissioned for “Beetlejuice in Love” and “Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian.” But it took three decades for something to come together, and this current cultural moment demands a lega-sequel, given the appetite for anything and everything nostalgic.
“Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” returns where we started, in Winter River, Conn. (and the afterlife, of course). Ryder’s iconic character Lydia Deetz — who defined quirky-goth Gen X cool with her jagged bangs and black humor — is now a mother with a job. She hosts a paranormal TV show called “Ghost House” and, karmically, struggles to parent a surly teen, Astrid (Jenna Ortega), who eye-rolls at Mom’s new boyfriend, her producer, Rory (Justin Theroux), who is obsessed with sensitive therapy speak.
The Gen-X icon always hoped to be back in black for one of her most signature roles. But Ryder and her director Tim Burton still can’t believe it’s happened.
The Deetz women, including Lydia’s stepmother, conceptual artist Delia (Catherine O’Hara), reconvene in Winter River following the death of Lydia’s father. (Charles Deetz, played in the original film by Jeffrey Jones, is rendered a particularly gruesome claymation death by plane crash and shark attack, and his character wanders around the afterlife with his head and shoulders chopped off.)
While the original is a wacky family comedy about death and real estate, “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” attempts to be a bit more, stretching to find emotional resonance in what it means to connect with the dead. Astrid is a cynic who refuses to believe in ghosts, but when she has the opportunity to visit the afterlife, she jumps at it, simply because she misses her deceased father (Santiago Cabrera). Lydia, tormented by visions of ghosts and sensing the presence of Beetlejuice close by, needs to make peace with her hauntings.
Speaking of the old boy, he’s got his own issues going on downstairs, namely an ex-wife (Monica Bellucci) stapled together and stalking him around his workplace, glowering beautifully. Bellucci’s stylish but minor role is indicative of some of the systemic issues that plague “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice,” which is, namely, too many celebrities. Certain roles are nothing more than glorified cameos (Danny DeVito), while others feel shoehorned in and distracting from the main plot (Willem Dafoe as a dead actor-turned-noirish afterlife detective).
Writers Alfred Gough and Miles Millar take us inside the creation, launch and success of ‘Wednesday.’
After a first hour that feels somewhat forced and overly contrived, “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” coheres for a brief moment in the middle, and we get to see some of the weird and wonderful chemistry that Ryder and Keaton still possess while inhabiting these characters. The film then descends into hectic, harried chaos, as Burton and his “Wednesday” screenwriters Alfred Gough and Miles Millar (Seth Grahame-Smith has a “story by” credit) toss characters, monsters and familiar set pieces into a blender and let it rip. Sandworms! Singing! Disco!
Watching “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” is not an unpleasant experience, as it maintains a familiar irreverent tone and a gorgeously morbid and imaginative look. The underworld is particularly well-designed, and Burton‘s blend of CGI and practical effects maintains some of the charm of the original.
Certain qualities are undeniable, such as Keaton’s command of this character and O’Hara’s unique wit. Ryder has the heaviest performance lift, transitioning her character from teen to mom, but she finds her groove in the back half of the movie.
But there’s something a bit bland and manufactured about this version, which doesn’t have the same hyper-real twisted suburban aesthetic that production designer Bo Welch brought to the original, as well as to Burton’s “Edward Scissorhands.” It doesn’t feel like a singular hand-crafted object, but rather like mass-produced Hot Topic merch for a new generation. It’s a busy, chaotic, mixed bag of recycled material that just leaves us wondering why we bothered summoning this project back from the dead in the first place.
Walsh is a Tribune News Service film critic.
'Beetlejuice Beetlejuice'
Rating: PG-13 for violent content, macabre and bloody images, strong language, some suggestive material and brief drug use
Running time: 1 hour, 45 minutes
Playing: In wide release Friday, Sept. 6
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