My definition of a great movie is a film that creates its own unique aesthetic and tells a story that could not be told effectively in any other medium. That criteria would grant Beetlejuice great movie status.
Watched it the other day and it made me feel so much better than I was before it started. Something about exploring death in this light way makes life worth living.
This scene is great. I love the juxtaposition of facial expression and rhythmic dancing that the hostess does. Very impressive dancing for a white woman. Is there any remote possibility that she is bad in bed?