Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Review
To call the first movie horror is to call Inferno Cop an anime: it technically is, but popular demand begs to differ enough to say it isn't. I can, however, say this much: Tim Burton is probably the only American to harness that same energy from films like "Hausu" "The Happiness of the Katakuris" "The Hound of the Baskervilles" and "John Dies at the End" in terms of a non sequitur extravaganza with an absurdist hyperhumor preceded by Monty Python (if they were gothic here). Granted there were those like Lynn Bouseman or even Raimi who came close, but Burton's case is special. On one hand Beetlejuice Beetlejuice does not deserve to be called amateur. But when you return to this world after making something "professional" like Dumbo, even Burton's brand of amateur seems creative, and even groundbreakingly cinematic (that as far as harkens back to screwball comedies of yore), by comparison, with his decades of experience. The best way I can put it is that Burton saw America was in the toilet.
So he gave it something to read in case it still wanted some privacy.