
Beetlejuice
Tim Burton’s 1988 supernatural comedy remains a high-water mark of tactile expressionist sets and manic comic timing. When a recently deceased couple finds their quiet country home colonized by pretentious modern artists, they hire Michael Keaton's crude bio-exorcist to scare the interlopers away. Keaton's feral, unhinged physical performance collides beautifully with Winona Ryder’s deadpan, black-clad teenage melancholy. The picture shares that essential celebration of the strange central to The Addams Family, gleefully arguing that the dead are far more civilized and entertaining than the living snobs invading their crypt.









