In 1988, visionary filmmaker Tim Burton released his cult-classic Beetlejuice. Now, 25 years later, Burton has created a sequel that’s just as fun, gross, and unexpected as the original.

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice follows the Deetz family as chaos unfolds on Halloween when Lydia, played by Winona Ryder, enlists the help of the infamously nasty Beetlejuice, reprised by Michael Keaton, to rescue her rebellious daughter Astrid, played by Jenna Ortega, from the underworld.

I watched this film with my fiancée on a whim. I enjoyed the original, but it wasn’t a favorite. She also wasn’t a big fan of the first one. We decided to go after I saw a few good reviews of the sequel, and we had a free evening. It was certainly worth the price of admission.

The visual style of any Tim Burton movie is uniquely his. Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice maintained the feel of the 1980s with practical sets and effects. The memorable and off-the-wall visual gags of the titular character and the underworld were the perfect juxtaposition to the drab, flat world of the living.

The best part of the movie was Keaton. His burping, sleazy, and just plain gross Beetlejuice took over every scene he was in. Old gags were improved upon, and new ones always landed. The shrunken-head guy from the first movie returns as Beetlejuice’s floor manager at his bio-exorcist company.

The most memorable part of the movie was the ending. I won’t spoil it, but it was so unexpected and baffling that my mouth was literally agape, and my fiancée was laughing from confusion and joy. It introduced me to a new favorite song that everyone from Glen Campbell to ‘70s prog rock band Beggars Opera to “Weird Al” Yankovic has covered, Richard Harris’ “MacArthur Park.” I’ll give no context for the song’s use in the movie—you’ll have to watch it to find out when and where it’s used.