Though understated in the original movie, there’s nothing like white trash/low class mayhem as a picture is forming where Beetlejuice comes from.
One way to understand it is watching Texas metal barbarians, Pantera “tear shit up” back stage with drinking and drawling depravity unto the home jack-off session of tour pranks.
There was something about the ’90s. . . . . maybe it was wider communication or the plethora of Wal-Mart knock-off merchandising for dollar-store value, but you could see the endless novelty of things as the underbelly burbled-up in full view on “Jerry Springer” t.v.
From standing in a garage in the middle-of-the-night with all the gear plugged in, too hip-hopping around a bunch of neighbors by a magazine of exploding fire-crackers, you just know Beetlejuice is somewhere in the neighborhood.
Action, excitement– as things are otherwise “very slow” as the cinder-block liquor store full of goodies is a couple of blocks, over. Be 21 or be gone. . . . . or have enough holes in your brain development to go off “and get crazy” anyway.
Just watch it go. . . . . and we make no disclaimers otherwise to tell you–
DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!