Beetlejuice is an important movie for me. “Nice fucking model” was the first time I heard an F bomb. It was my introduction to Tim Burton and my first goth girl crush, in Lydia Deetz. I’ve revisited the film many times over the years and it’s still a favorite of mine and I thought a sequel would never happen. When Beetlejuice Beetlejuice was announced I was cautiously optimistic. My girlfriend and I are huge Tim Burton fans so we went to see the film on opening day with her son.

Here’s my thoughts on Beetlejuice Beetlejuice.

Synopsis

After a family tragedy, three generations of the Deetz family return home to Winter River. Still haunted by Beetlejuice, Lydia’s life is turned upside down when her teenage daughter, Astrid, accidentally opens the portal to the Afterlife.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice was directed by Tim Burton (Beetlejuice) from a script by Al Gough and Miles Millar (Wednesday) based on a story by Gough, Millar and Seth Graham-Smith (Pride and Prejudice and Zombies). The film stars Michael Keaton (Beetlejuice), Winona Ryder (Edward Scissorhands), Catherine O’Hara (Nightmare Before Christmas), Jenna Ortega (X), Justin Theroux (Your Highness), Willem Dafoe (Poor Things) and Monica Bellucci (Irreversible).

It was an absolute pleasure to see Keaton, Ryder and O’Hara back on screen together after all these years. Keaton’s Beetlejuice is still a manipulative sleazeball, but is infinitely more likable. Ryder’s Lydia is still the lovable goth girl we know and love, though haunted by a lifetime of trauma and has to rediscover herself. O’Hara Delia is still loud and brash, but has grown into a loving stepmom and grandmother. Ortega’s Astrid is a welcome addition to the cast, sharing some traits of Lydia while very much being her father’s daughter.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is far from a rehash of the first film. It feels more grown up, darker, dirtier and quite a bit gorier, while still being funny as hell. The film pulls influence from Gothic horror films, specifically the films of Mario Bava, who is a actually referenced in the film. Bellucci’s Delores feels like a character Barbara Steele would have played in the 60’s. The make up and special effects are very old school, using traditional makeup effects and stop motion animation. The production design is gorgeous. We get to see more of the other side, which was a nice change of pace. The story gives everyone their part to play and everything coalesces into an absolutely grand finale.

Final Thoughts

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is a sequel that honors what came before but is bigger, bolder and bloodier than what came before. The new additions to the cast liven things up and up the stakes. The film was an absolute blast to watch in theaters. My girlfriend, her son and I all loved it! Highly recommend.

Kathy Bates is ready to leave Hollywood behind — after one last hoorah.

Bates, whose decades-long acting career has earned her an Oscar and a couple of Emmys, revealed that her retirement is imminent. The “American Horror Story” and “Misery” star said in a recent interview that her upcoming turn in CBS’ reboot of the Andy Griffith procedural “Matlock” will be her final screen project.

“This is my last dance,” Bates told the New York Times in an interview published Sunday.

“Matlock” stars the 76-year-old “Harry’s Law” alum as Madeline “Matty” Matlock, whom CBS describes as “a brilliant septuagenarian.” Embarking on a new chapter of her career, Bates’ character joins a prestigious law firm, “where she uses her unassuming demeanor and wily tactics to win cases.”

While it seems that “Matlock” will mark the end of Bates’ career, the Memphis-born actor said she had contemplated retirement even before the reboot came her way. Bates told the New York Times that she wanted to end her career after a movie shoot had gone awry. A day after filming on the unnamed project, Bates reportedly called her agents to inform them she was ready to retire.

Then, in January, she received the scripts for the “Matlock” reboot.

Bates, who is an executive producer on “Matlock,” said she sees the show as an opportunity to showcase the skills she has honed over the course of her career. Her credits also include films “Titanic” and “Fried Green Tomatoes” and appearances on the TV series “The Office” and “Two and a Half Men.”

“Everything I’ve prayed for, worked for, clawed my way up for, I am suddenly able to be asked to use all of it,” she said, before adding, “It’s exhausting.”

In The Times’ fall preview, columnist Mary McNamara wrote that “Matlock” “is a showcase for Bates.”

“I think we can all agree that she is always worth showcasing,” she wrote.

“Matlock” premieres on CBS Sept. 22 at 8 p.m. The series, from showrunner Jennie Snyder Urman, also stars Skye P. Marshall, Jason Ritter, David Del Rio and Leah Lewis.

A woman (Salma Hayek Pinault) walks into a plaza sparsely occupied by patrons enjoying an afternoon coffee and a magazine and lottery ticket kiosk. She approaches the booth and fingers a stack of newspapers before asking the attendant (Demián Bichir), an older man with rounded shoulders and reading glasses perched on his nose, a question. Her delivery is studied, as if a more natural cadence battles against an inherent severity. She begs the man to close up the shop and have a drink with her. Her mannered sweetness becomes more urgent with his refusal. This is a command, not a request. 

Premiering at the Toronto Film Festival, Without Blood is Angelina Jolie’s latest foray into directing. The actress, who is making waves this festival season with her performance in Pablo Larrain’s Maria, adapted this thinly plotted parable from the novella of the same name by the Italian writer Alessandro Baricco. Without Blood obliquely investigates the psychological and generational toll of war. 

Jolie treads familiar ground here: A handful of her previous directorial efforts, including In the Land of Blood and Honey, Unbroken and First They Killed My Father, set their action against the distressing backdrop of war. Whereas these other films grounded themselves with the details of real conflicts like the Bosnian War or the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia, Without Blood claims no land or era. This lack of specificity may have worked in the hands of a more risk-taking helmer, but Jolie’s approach to direction can be as stiff as the woman’s initial encounter with the kiosk attendant. Despite bursts of intelligence, especially when it comes to conveying the fractured quality of trauma narratives, Without Blood’s vagueness ends up blunting many of its lessons. 

An uneasy tension hangs in the air as the man and woman settle into a nearby restaurant. She begins to tell her story, parts of which Jolie shows early in a confidently staged scene. Her name is Nina, and when she was a young girl, three men broke into her house and executed her father (Alfredo Herrera) and brother (Alessandro D’Antuono). While her father’s screams overwhelmed the bungalow and her brother’s blood dripped onto her ankle, Nina hid silently in a burrow beneath some floorboards. 

Her fate became lore in this unnamed country where a years-long battle brewed between two factions. Whether that conflict is regional or political is never made clear and, in Jolie’s estimation, is not relevant. Without Blood is more concerned with how all war wounds people, from its youngest victims to its oldest perpetrators. Most of the film takes place in a cafe, where Nina and the man, whose name we later learn is Tito, exchange different versions of her fate. In Nina’s telling, she is adopted by a pharmacist (Pedro Hernández), who gambles her off to a count (Luis Alberti). She ends up married at 14 and bearing the wealthy baron three sons. As Tito tells it, Nina’s union was a botched assassination turned marital arrangement: The count fell in love instead of killing her. The truth lies somewhere between Nina’s scarred memories and Tito’s vague recollections. In between these exchanges, the pair offer platitudes about the dangers (but never the details) of war. 

The conversation between Nina and Tito swings between gripping moments and duller ones that are helped along by Hayek Pinault and Bichir’s tense banter. Their chemistry is defined by mutual recognition and shared trauma. Hayek Pinault hones in on understated motions — tears welling up in the eyes, tightening the grip on her spoon or pursing her lips — to convey the depth of her character’s pain. Bichir nails the subtle shifts required from his character, whose innocence becomes less black-and-white over the film’s brisk 90-minute runtime. 

Still, Jolie’s overly cautious visual language limits the impact of the drama. Flashbacks to the pair’s past offer some dynamic moments, like bird’s-eye-view shots that suggest Tito has been watching Nina over the years, gesturing at their linked fates. There’s beauty here, too, as Jolie captures the vividness of the ochre landscape. For the most part, though, she relies on close-ups, toggling between the two diners’ faces in straightforward edits by Xavier Box and Joel Cox. 

That innocent people suffer from conflict is not a provocative stance. But it seems like the only point Without Blood can make when it’s not focused — more interestingly — on observing how trauma lives in the body and shapes the mind. Despite flashes of power, the story ultimately seems too thin to bear the weight of its themes.