Beetle Juice (1988), Tim Burton. March 2, 6pm. View count: Oh, who knows. Probably between 15 and 20.
Well, I love this movie a lot. You know this. It's another one that my family taped off of television that I watched over and over. It's one of the first DVDs I bought, too, of course, but somehow I never realized (the menu doesn't show up until you're done with the movie, pleasingly) that it had a mode wherein you could watch the movie with only the score as soundtrack. This is pretty cool, really, especially for me, since I know a lot of the music cues for specific lines and actions. I am so, so obnoxious. Chmmr was nice about it, but this is (strangely) also the first time he's sat through it with me, so maybe the horror has yet to sink in.
In my opinion, this is about as good as Tim Burton gets. It contains all his best elements, is deep and well-thought-out and -crafted, and yet remains self-aware enough to make sure you know that it's all pretty hilarious (unlike, say, Edward Scissorhands, which maintains a surface glibness and a terrible, uncomfortable seriousness underneath that makes me unable to watch it). It's cleverly enclosed in a very few locations, with a good level of fleshed-outness for the number of characters. It's very goofy in a few places, but it's okay.
Really, though, it merely is for me at this point; it's very hard to distance myself from the movie enough to talk about it in any serious way. So, uh, here's a drawing.
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