In the style of “The Addams’ Family”, “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” and other ookey, spooky properties Beetlejuice doffs the hat and twirls the cane in the “Bigtime, showtime”. Call it tin-pan alley or merely just a playbill for you, he will pull entertainment out of his hat “like a real song & dance man” of twisted, devilish joy for the whole family.
Out of the mists of elementary school memory is the kiddie-exploitation Nintendo cartoon property, “Captain N, The Game-Master”.
(– it was all we had)
Most memorable for the live video entrance of the typical Nintendo teen zapped through his t.v. and into the loosely-based zone of video game plot-lines.
Otherwise, this would be a fairly-disposable cartoon that relies on stock characters, both “good and evil” to tell storylines of the fantastic, insipid, and unlikely.
Out of the dumpster of old print-media, like flapping pages and putrid coffee stains—we reach deep to bring you this.
True for the hopelessly “out-of-date” shut-in, maybe. . . . . thinking about “the way it used to be”.
Just imagine a nest of analog video cables, maybe a camcorder or wired-in surround-sound speakers and that was the crude home entertainment set-up for those “with a knack for that sort of stuff”.
Of interest, is his “zapper” or Nintendo gun you’d use to play, say “Duck Hunt”. Just don’t hold up a convenience store “even if the gun isn’t loaded”.
If you were handy and could modify the gun, you could be a bit of “a ghostbuster” as our character has this technology “to thicken the plot”.
Even the galactic board-room monsters in GWAR meat-titan suits meta-debate the narrative as they conceive of and slap this thing together with on-going commentary for one flexibly-surreal Beetlejuice sequel.
You’ll have to see what we got up our sleeve—never bound completely “to logic”. Kind of like the surreal 6th dimension with the long, checkered hallway leading to THE NETHERWORLD, or even “13 steps to Nowhere”.
THIS MOVIE WILL BE WEIRD.
And guttural. And clever!
Stay tuned. . . . .
Once again, St. Louis finds itself in the news. You can’t help but think of the haggard, run-down streets and climbing National Debt clock. Something tells me Beetlejuice would stir up much trouble and gibbitude, passing-along rumors through the gathered throng of protestors “like Satan’s Kid Brother’. Sowing chaos, “he feeds off your famine” and makes “a tidy profit” off of looted stores, abandoned cars, and popular discord. Life is short and money burns faster. . . . . “Law of the world” and funnier truths not talked about “before polite company”. At this rate, the producers will want to shoot “Beetlejuice 2” in Toronto, instead.
Clowns get “a bad rap”. Just look at the movie, a new adaption of Stephen King’s “It” and you’ll find them downright terrifying.
And those trade papers? The numbers are astounding—“IT” was a smashing success!
Read it for yourself. . . . . http://deadline.com/2017/09/stephen-king-it-movie-records-international-box-office-results-1202165333/
Gotta hand it to Beetle-bruthas and league of screenwriting STAND-OUT’S, Seth Grahame-Smith and David Katzenberg. . . . . friendly rivals in the great game to make “Beetlejuice 2” actually happen.
Toast them with a goblet of wine (– or blood from a skull) as we pass through the spooky corridors of “development hell” as genre-mates. Seriously—they did a “killer” job and are definitely “not clowning around” at the art of making blockbuster movies.
My formative cradle of adolescence would always be the “2 movies/for a dollar” supermarket video-store and tattered, used Stephen King paperbacks as outside was the rushing highway and lots of blue-sky thinking. Maybe staying home sick from school and staring intently into the television, “like a window into another world” with the illusion “that things were okay, somewhere else”.
Whatever the shy, creeping awkwardness of chronic morbidity— you’d always have friends with podunk VHS productions packaged in a goofy box, unaware of “how it got from carnival side-show act” to your VCR. Life was so incremental, and played by the granular percentages by law of economics and the nature of packaging as you reserved a seat in unproductive leisure-time before thrown back out in the ole’ tiger-cage of middle-school.
When would “real life” start?
Otherwise, I lived out my limits watching the old 1990 “It” mini-series as a kind of index of risk, excitement, danger, and death to my youthful, uncertain shiver.
Experience begets confidence. And confidence begets experience.
It was a long period of “arrested development”. Let this next clip “speak for itself”.
Pleasant dreams, Jr. May “zany” be carved on yor Grave.
Just press play AND WATCH. . . . . .
In Hitlelrian Germany, it would have been called “degenerate art”.
Variety is the food of life and dare you drink from the bandleader’s goblet, one funky party of artists and weridos and punk-jazz fusion-ists against a checkered background, sipping champagne.
Maybe an offshoot of Pee Wee Herman WEIRDNESS circa 1980 and midnight movie attraction for late-night moths.
Imagine a kinky art school musical made to look like a Betty Boop cartoon and you have Danny Elfman as bandleader before, more or less, he became the permanent creative collaborative partner with Tim Burton.
Why, they were MADE for each other! You’ll see why the union was inevitable and kids, young and old alike, are delighted. Even adults must have fun.
PARENTAL DISCRETION ADVISED.
Legend has it that the solar eclipse was a dragon flying through the sky, devouring the sun. . . . . as galactic forces commune in harmonic rhythm and flare burning trails of star-dust, confluence, and coincidence.
“Solace of quantum” accents aside, maybe Beetlejuice was just “gone, fishin’”.
Hanging out on the Illinois side of the river by the Cahokia Mounds, tawny hillsides constructed by Indians 1000 years ago. Kind of “a burial ground”, as you could say.
This bodes well for mischief, whether it’s Beetlejuice flying up through the sky spread-eagled with his whirling face imprinted on the sun in a ghastly, moss-toothed rictus. . . . . his hair like a tangled corona of graveyard dirt.
Earthen decay and solar indifference across the star-lit sky, a solar calendar of strange & unusual happenings like shimmering blood-jelly and shooting jets of sperm.
(– It also smells REAL BAD)
Incidentally, in terms of cosmic confluence—HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TIM BURTON.
And a friendly pat on the shoulders of my creative rivals and compatriots Seth Grahame-Smith and David Katzenberg. . . . . the new Stephen King “It” adaption looks like a worthy successor and follow-up to the 1990 made-for-tv interpretation.
To box-office success and healthy backend residual compensation FOR EVERYBODY! Hollywood is a great place IF YOU PUT IN THE WORK. “Gee-whiz” factor aside, this entertainment business IS HEAVY SHIT.
Beetlejuice awaits instruction as he checks his watch and cocks his ear. IT’S SHOW-TIME!!!!!