It’s very funny and very surreal, and the updates largely work. Beetlejuice’s business in Purgatory has grown into a morbid call centre, while the bureaucracy of being dead has become even more of a drag. Jenna Ortega fits into things brilliantly, wearing the shoes of her mother in the original while making the new role entirely hers.
Monica Bellucci is frighteningly good, a born scream queen playing it with a cold, straight bat in an underworld of mayhem, the sort of terrifying, deadly beauty that could scare even Beetlejuice. Meanwhile, there's an outrageously hammy turn by Willem Dafoe as hard-boiled TV cop Wolf Jackson, killed doing his own stunts and now trying to clean up the afterlife.
The 'Juice himself has become an even seedier but somehow more likeable sandworm-oil salesman than in the original. Like then, Michael Keaton is having a whale of a time playing the green-haired goon, with a sack of shitty jokes and noisy shtick.
Plot-wise, you’ll get more out of it if you’re au fait with the original, but the different strands of the story stand out enough on their own: Lydia having to re-engage with Beetlejuice and her trauma; Astrid having a hell of a time realising everything she dislikes about her mother is both real and dangerous, and that boys should not be trusted; Delia extrovertly dealing with her grief for her husband; Beetlejuice trying to stay one step ahead of the furious Delores. Even the awkward stumbling block of original Charles Deetz actor Jeffrey Jones being convicted of child sex offences in 2003 is nimbly dealt with by killing his character, and having his soul represented by a body with no head.