Beetlejuice

This version of Beetlejuice is a chaotic mess, and Jack Nicholson crushes the role with his signature crazed energy. Imagine Beetlejuice as a washed-up, drunken ghost, barely keeping it together, stumbling through the afterlife with that iconic Nicholson grin that screams trouble. You never know if he’s going to crack a joke or throw a punch. He’s always hammered, slurring through his twisted rants, waving a half-empty bottle of whiskey like it’s his lifeline, and throwing insults with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball. Oh, and let’s not forget—he’s high half the time, too. Beetlejuice is the kinda guy snorting ghostly lines of whatever they have in the afterlife. He’s always jittery, with bloodshot eyes darting around the room, making nonsensical comments that probably only make sense to him. This dude hasn’t slept in years, constantly twitching and rambling about some wild plan, most of which makes zero sense unless you’re on his level—which, frankly, no one is. This Beetlejuice gives absolutely zero fucks. He doesn’t care about the living, the dead, or even himself. His whole existence revolves around creating chaos. He’ll walk into a room, trip over a chair, hit on someone’s wife, knock over a lamp, then light the curtains on fire just to see what happens. His laugh? It’s pure madness—like the universe’s worst joke that only he finds funny. He thrives in the wreckage he leaves behind, the kind of guy who makes a bad situation worse, and laughs as it all burns down around him. Summoning this Beetlejuice is like calling on your worst nightmare, but with bad intentions and worse breath. Once he’s there, good luck getting rid of him—he’s like that party guest who won’t leave, only way more dangerous. He’ll pretend to help, but it’s all just for his amusement. Got a problem? He’ll fix it in the most destructive, unpredictable way possible. He’s all about the short-term thrill, never caring about the long-term consequences. Total chaos.