IT HAD TO HAPPEN. Read about it here and throw a few bucks their way. . . . . THE LEGACY LIVES ON!!
Beetlejuice lives here. . . . . SWIng, SWING SWING!
May we hold our hats to our chest in solemn remembrance of two great figures from the ookey-spookey world of black-and-white cult horror.
If you remember, Lydia dropped a “Night of the Living Dead” reference in Beetlejuice when confronting the rather hapless, innocent spooksters in sheets with cut-out eye-holes and worse acting.
Not to say, that you couldn’t “achieve an effect” as the original 1968 classic ran on about similar production values.
And not forgetting Ed Wood who cobbled together his movies with manic haste and far littler talent to win “The Golden Turkey” award. Somehow, he enlisted the fading, raspy talent of a resurrected Bela Lugosi who probably should have remained “unexhumed” from a deep drug habit.
Played in the actual movie, “Ed Wood” by Martin Landau—who passed away.
And not forgetting George Romero who came up with the original “Night of the Living Dead”.
Midnight showings of transgressive celluloid, you might even call “Beetlejuice” another entry in the projection-room of cult hits and buttered popcorn mayhem.
No one ever went broke “underestimating the bad taste of the American public” though Martin Landau won an Academy Award.
You can’t “spin shit into gold”, or can you? You’re looking at this very website! And it’s for you, my undead mindless legions zoning in to this forsaken corner of the WordPress blogosphere.
Like that movie, “Die Hard”. The sequel should have been “Die Harder”. The third entry should have been “Die Hard with a Vengeance”. The fourth installment, “It won’t Die!”
Where there’s a sequel, there’s an after-life.
Beetlejuice won’t remain buried, I’m sure.
A clip from the old 1987 Billy Crystal/Danny Devito movie “Throw Momma from the Train”.
Unfortunately, we can’t bring her back 30 years later and would have to cast someone else. But the idea remains—say, if you were some unfortunate soul “mostly shut-in” under her hectoring influence as a character bridging the world between Lydia’s side and the eventual return of Beetlejuice.
Say, an avid follower of Lydia’s local cable-access t.v. show but otherwise pathetic and lonely.
If you’ve ever seen all those daytime t.v. ads, or lived the bitter, receive life like “the young, crippled, and under-30-years-old”. In those days, it would have been headin’ down to the old video store at 10 PM at night and coming home with six video-tapes. Sooner or later, you’ll fall into the dirty orbit of some slick Beetlejuice type who flatters you with his company and pulls you down into trouble.
Leaving out the doors with an armful of cheesy video-tapes and coming into the light, hang-dog “tall-tale” of another bum. Sure, “you’re inside much, the same strata” but he’s “a different breed of cat”. Funny thing about weekends when you’re unemployed—they don’t mean quite, so much.
And maybe “you’re not as discriminating” when you have no place to go, no schedule keeping you on THE STRAIGHT & NARROW. As if “waiting for life to happen to you” as you go fishing for experience.
Unfortunately, your fishing-pole is only more likely “to dredge-up an old boot” as the law of the world generally goes.
But sure—the world of criminality and idleness and pathetic, broken-down dysfunction at home with momma. It would only be so long before the departed spirit of this dear woman would be levitated in pure black space, like “falling with no place to go” as a lost soul out in the vacant lot of the Beetlejuice side of things. A vagrant thought, a restless thought, a homeless thought. . . . . . drifting throughout all the empty eternities.
Our shut-in lives in a world of hoarded junk, of bygone trinkets that gives him a real dated character. Maybe running around with a vintage Nintendo ZAPPER, or that light-gun you use to play that old game “DUCK HUNT”. Except, through some modified home “Radio-Shack” tinkering, can end up zapping ghosts “only the strange & unusual can see”.
As Lydia once said, “people ignore the strange & unusual”.
This young man is only “another side of it” in a world of junk and social disadvantage.
Through a chance encounter with the show—“Lydia’s Trunk of the Strange & Unusual” he goes looking for quirky used items and ends up witnesses “a drug deal gone bad” with bikers and a pair of burgalars and now finds himself adrift—inexorably bound to the world of Beetlejuice in a run-down old apartment complex. Brandy Station, “thy name is CHAOS” off there in Jerry Springer land.
A wretched, hilarious commentary on the poorer half of Donald Trump’s America.
“Get rich, or die trying” as people fiend for drugs and otherwise are up to stupid things like bank robberies in a kind of “white trash circus” and poor man’s FREAK-SHOW. Grease and uncleanliness suffuses every pore of this marginal lot. . . . . . and it’s a place to vist, for observational humor though you certainly wouldn’t want to live there.
Get a job, go to jail, or join the army. . . . . it doesn’t matter which.
Or stay home and write screenplays with this long, gestating project. You’ll never find a better-quipped screenwriter. . . . . I’ve got a million of ‘em!
Yankee Doodle Beetle went to town, riding on some mischief. . . . .
Knocked back some Malt Liquor and Thunderbird, took lydia’s Hand and kissed it.
St. Louis is a Patriotic Place, you’ll never call it “A Lemon”. . . . .
HomeBound & Down, You’ll Scream for More and Impress all the pretty Women.
Patriotic Glory Day, you’ll Love this Groovin’ Country. . . . .
Home-Cooked Blogger’s Doggrel, we’ll leave you with the Sequel “munchies”.
Amateur’s Gung-Ho Stake, you’ll never get sick & Tired. . . . .
I work on this free and will never quit or get fired.
“The Price is Right”. . . . . thanks for sticking around! Like a dog on a ham-bone, “Development Hell” continues as we “winter” at Valley Forge.