IT is hard to overstate the impact Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice had on the culture in 1988 – in fact, it feels like the rascally, 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 Oscar-winning film was a critical and commercial success, it spawned an animated series and later a Broadway musical, and now 36 years after Beetlejuice made young Winona Ryder a star, a sequel, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, finally skitters into theaters.
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Summary:
No fresh juice in this beetle.
