Beetlejuice Beetlejuice: Tim Burton revives his fantasy comedy

Lydia, a psychic mediator with her own ghost-hunting TV show, must return to Winter River to bury him. The quaint town where she grew up, it’s also the place where she encountered Michael Keaton’s afterlife spook Beetlejuice as a teenager.

Now she senses the quip-heavy ghoul is back and out to cause trouble. Joining her in Winter River is her oily manager-boyfriend Rory (Justin Theroux), her distraught mother (Catherine O’Hara) and her daughter Astrid (Jenna Ortega), a grouchy teen who refuses to believe in ghosts.

Meanwhile, Beetlejuice is terrified: his vampish, soul-sucking ex-wife Delores (Monica Bellucci, excellent) is on the warpath, having stapled her dismembered body parts back together.

With Halloween approaching, Beetlejuice is desperate to cross over into the real world – although the rules dictate that for that to happen, someone must say his name three times. The film doesn’t truly get going until he appears and Burton whisks us into the colourful afterlife.

There we will even encounter Charles, or at least the bottom half of him, fresh from his shark attack (presumably Burton is alluding to the fact that Jeffrey Jones, who played the role in the original, is persona non grata in Hollywood after being charged with soliciting a minor to pose for nude photographs back in 2003).

Led by an enthusiastic Keaton, who slips effortlessly back into his character’s dusty black-and-white striped suit, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is more a film of moments than a coherent whole.

There is some lovely animation, giant Sandworms no less, integrated into the action, although it is not that clear why. There is a funky, 1970s-style Soul Train that takes people to the Great Beyond. And there is a whole lot of lip-synching going on, including “MacArthur Park”, the song made famous by Richard Harris.

It’s all a bit of a grab bag, with a plot nearly derailed by duff characters (like Willem Dafoe’s undead actor-detective) and pointless plot lines (Delores’ pursuit of Beetlejuice amounts to very little).