Audit: In ‘Beetlejuice,’ The great beyond Is Debilitating

The dead lead lives of boisterous urgency in “Beetlejuice,” the totally debilitating new melodic that opened on Thursday at the Colder time of year Nursery Theater. This unhinged transformation of Tim Burton’s abundantly adored 1988 film makes certain to discourage the people who like to consider the great beyond one ceaseless, undisturbed rest. However it includes a jaw-droppingly very much delegated gothic funhouse set (by David Korins, lighting by Kenneth Posner), loaded with creepy shocks, this show so overstuffs itself with gags, jokes, and visual redirections that you shut down from tangible over-burden.

The aggregate impact proposes Disney World’s Spooky House ride (and, hello, I’ve gone through a few extremely cheerful minutes there) is involved a particularly serious gathering of the Monks Club. The productive cast continues to spit frank and sung jokes — great, terrible, and exhausting — at the speed of those multitudes of bats that consistently dive over the crowd, called by the projection originator Peter Nigrini.

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