Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

I have no recollection of how Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice ended up in my family’s rotation of films to be watched while decorating the Christmas tree—Edward Scissorhands was also in the mix—but almost every second Christmas we’d call his name three times and wait for him to appear. Since I moved away from my childhood home and my parents started decorating the tree without me, the film’s plot has begun to fade in my memory. However, the costumes and make-up—from Lydia Deetz’s all-black, “Life Is A Dark Room”-style ensembles, to Beetlejuice’s wide-striped suit and altogether crazier-than-thou appearance—will forever be burned into my mind.

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