Tim Burton's ghoulish comedy gets the big-screen treatment at The Beverly Theater, bringing Beetlejuice back to a proper theater setting rather than a living room couch. The story follows the recently deceased Maitlands as they attempt to haunt their former home out of its new, insufferably tacky owners, only to accidentally summon Michael Keaton's manic, striped-suit-wearing "bio-exorcist" who's more chaos agent than helpful spirit. Winona Ryder's deadpan teenage goth Lydia rounds out a cast that made this weird little movie into a cult classic.

Watching it in The Beverly Theater's intimate main theater feels fitting for a film this offbeat—there's something about the acoustics and close quarters that suits Burton's particular blend of the macabre and the absurd. The practical effects and stop-motion touches that feel almost handmade by today's CGI standards hold up surprisingly well on a real screen, and the sandworms, shrunken heads, and general 1988 weirdness play differently surrounded by strangers laughing at the same lines you remember from childhood sleepovers.