As a longtime Tim Burton fan, I went into “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” with apprehension, not because I hold all of Burton’s work to such a high standard, but because it’s been a very long time since he directed something as creative, vibrant and funny as 1988’s original “Beetlejuice.”
Part of being a Burton fan is witnessing his calcification into more of a brand than a filmmaker, sprinkling his signature goth-cute aesthetic over various licensed properties (“Dark Shadows,” “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,” “Dumbo,” etc.), with mixed success at best.
