I saw this Someecard on Facebook the other day, and it sent me on an interesting thought tangent.
My best friend and I have mused about haunting people when we die. Over the years, we joked about adding people to our list of victims – ex-boyfriends, mean girls, condescending bosses, etc. We wouldn’t be the jerky, creepy, hollow-eyed ghosts that seem to appear in every horror movie. Just because we’re dead doesn’t mean we can’t look hot.
And although scaring the crap out of people would be fun at first, I think I’d want variety in my days–especially if I’m doomed to walk the earth for eternity. I’d possess people, make them do a little dance, and sing a little song a la Beetlejuice.
It’s been 25 years (wow, I feel old) since Beetlejuice was released, and I can’t think of one movie with a funny and frightening ghost that has graced theaters since. I don’t think a remake is necessary (we’ve recycled enough beloved movies), but you can’t argue that Michael Keaton’s devilish specter didn’t have panache.
Tim Burton’s fantastical underworld with fabulous phantoms simultaneously scared and generated guffaws. The hauntings were creative and conniving. If you were too young or not born yet when Beetlejuice graced our tube TVs, I suggest you acquire it. It was bizarre, boisterous and quintessential Burton.
It’s been over a decade of ghastly twitchy ghosts, which began with The Ring, the 2002 American remake of the Japanese 1998 film Ringu. I think it’s time we move on. Hey Hollywood, bring back the ghosts with pizzazz. If I’m going to be a ghost friend, then I need some clever, mischievous inspiration.
(If you read this out loud, then you’ve said Beetlejuice three times. Ha!)