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b'Wax museums are catnip for teens. Everyone knows that. So when one appears from out of nowhere in the middle of a very rich suburban neighborhood, the only question on anyone\'s mind is, "How soon can we get in there and look at the wax dummies?" That\'s when David Warner appears, dressed as Willy Wonka-by-way-of-rodeo-clown, and invites you to that classic teen gathering, the midnight wax museum party. You go, of course, but before long you start to realize that this might be one of those EVIL wax museums, where they have 18 of the most evil souls of all time, and need to sacrifice a certain number of people to make 666 or something. Too late. You just got Waxworked.'