The first time I saw Beetlejuice was at a 4th grade sleepover at my friend Frida’s house, who had invited all the girls in the class to her party. I was super excited because it was my first sleepover and I imagined gossiping, braiding hair, and eating junk food, and ultimately, fulfilling my job duties as sleepover-e (why isn’t there a proper term for that??). When I arrived, the room was indeed filled with girls smacking on chewing gum and braiding each other’s hair, but what really caught my attention was the movie playing on the huge 15-inch screen TV (hey, it was 1988, okay?!) There, in full creepy and magnificent mode, was the host-est with the most-est, Beetlejuice (Michael Keaton, in his most iconic role other than Batman), and Lydia (Wynona Ryder) in all her gothy glam teenage glory, and I was mesmerized from the moment I watched Barbara (Gina Davis) and Adam (Alec Baldwin) drown, but not drown, and become not seemingly dead, but not quite alive, and I was hooked like a fish to their characters’ undead bodies.
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