Tis a grim place to be. And I’ve sat there once or twice myself. Once, not all that long ago. I went to re-read the diary entry that I’d written under the influence of this picture when it first appeared in my life; it was appropriately titled “Fucked Off”. Back then,

In the film, Beetlejuice is dead, or at least he’s supposed to be. He’s obnoxious, crude, and ineffective at work, and yet he’s entertaining and provokes an almost compulsive desire to keep watching to see how he could possibly offend again, which he does right up until the end.