There's really not much to say about BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE, a legacy sequel that came nearly forty years too late. It's not the debacle that GHOSTBUSTERS II was, but its efficacy depends on how much one loved the first BEETLEJUICE and how nostalgic one is for it. The new film brings back Winona Ryder, Catherine O'Hara, and of course Michael Keaton, and finds Rydar's Delia Deetz now a famous TV ghost investigator (remember, she has the ability to see and interact with the dead) who's involved with an irritating producer who's pressuring her into marriage, while she weathers a dysfunctional relationship with a daughter (Jenna Ortega) who hates her. And along with all of that, Delia is haunted by images of Betelgeuse, visions that point to the spirit's return, but what does he want? And what's up with the new boy that Delia's daughter just met?
BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE is not bad by any yardstick, but it's a tedious case of "been there, done that," with only a flashback to Beetlegeuse's origin as a grave robber during the Black Plague being a standout. He was married to a luscious woman named Delores (Monica Bellucci) who revealed herself to be a soul-sucking entity who poisons her husband as part of a ritual that will grant her more power and immortality, but Betelgeuse had enough time to dismember her before his death, placing her severed components into several crates, where they remained separate and alive for centuries. But now Delores is back, having pieced herself together with a staple gun, and she's got her sights set on her spectral hubby.
If you're a franchise completist, you can definitely do worse, but in the end BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE registers as little more than a passable way to kill 105 minutes. It's far from Tim Burton's worst effort, but it's definitely a nostalgia-fueled shameless cash grab. You'll probably forget it a day or two after sitting through it.