This looks like something of a classic, but unfortunately fails upon delivery due to excruciating pacing issues. The plot follows a series of characters as they squabble over the estate of the late John Carradine (who plays yet another useless mad scientist / professor type). Basically, Carradine's character was about to sell out to an American, and have the contents of his wax museum shipped to New York. The wax creatures of his museum are sentient, and do not agree with the proposal, so quickly do away with their master. Personally, if I was a murderous waxwork, I'd enjoy a trip to New York, if only to get away from the stink of industrial London.
Anyway, the plot is a bore and not even the low cut tops of the female cast can save the day (I'm truly sorry, feminists). The fight scenes are unbelievably hammy and the score irritating and intrusive. Throw in a Scooby Doo-grade ending, and you've got a perfect recipe for British horror nonsense.
Anyway, the plot is a bore and not even the low cut tops of the female cast can save the day (I'm truly sorry, feminists). The fight scenes are unbelievably hammy and the score irritating and intrusive. Throw in a Scooby Doo-grade ending, and you've got a perfect recipe for British horror nonsense.