Watching this, you're reminded of a scene from reality show 'The Simple Life', in which socialites Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie attempted week after week to do normal jobs (and failed). In one episode they were spending the day as funeral home interns. It's a wonder the embalmed-looking pair weren't buried by accident. "I don't know what's worse", mused Paris at one point. "Being buried in the mud, or burnt." It's a toughie. Eventually, a single thought emerged. "I'd like to be frozen."
House of Wax was partly sold with the wish-fulfilment tagline: 'See Paris Die!" and although she's not turned into an unnaturally slender ice-pop, her dispatch would make a kebab shop owner coo with pleasure. The game bird reportedly cheered along at her own offing during a screening. And much of the film has its tongue firmly in cheek - or should that be its ear? No real relation to the vintage 1953 Vincent Price film, this really quite demented little movie (overly castigated on first release) sees six teens getting lost in the woods and stumbling on a near-deserted town that the AA wouldn't recognise. And whose residents look a bit candle-y. Madame Tussauds being so pricey nowadays, it's lucky the town's titular attraction is a just-walk-in kind of joint, with remarkably realistic-looking exhibits. Cue the carnage.
House of Wax was partly sold with the wish-fulfilment tagline: 'See Paris Die!" and although she's not turned into an unnaturally slender ice-pop, her dispatch would make a kebab shop owner coo with pleasure. The game bird reportedly cheered along at her own offing during a screening. And much of the film has its tongue firmly in cheek - or should that be its ear? No real relation to the vintage 1953 Vincent Price film, this really quite demented little movie (overly castigated on first release) sees six teens getting lost in the woods and stumbling on a near-deserted town that the AA wouldn't recognise. And whose residents look a bit candle-y. Madame Tussauds being so pricey nowadays, it's lucky the town's titular attraction is a just-walk-in kind of joint, with remarkably realistic-looking exhibits. Cue the carnage.