#Waxworks museum edinburgh movie#
Robert Stevens was a capable director, yet he failed to bring much to the table with this one, which might have benefited from being handled by a more seasoned movie man with some experience handling macabre yarns such as this one. The episode does have a few modest virtues. The actors help, as does the art direction, which nicely suggests sinister things lurking right around the corner. Yet it's by no means all bad, just not very good. This one is disappointingly conventional, especially as it's a Hitchcock entry. Alas, the story unfolds as one might expect, as wax museum tales, like ventriloquist dummy ones, tend to feature similar themes and resolutions. Or are they figments of the man's imagination? He appears normal enough, yet he seems easily spooked by the eerie atmosphere, as he's surrounded by wax figures of well known murderers. Once the journalist is alone the museum for the night, as one might expect, strange things start happening. Yet the set-up at least is if nothing else promising. So far, so good and a promising cast, too, including two capable veteran players, Barry Nelson, as the journalist and Everett Sloane as the museum owner. On the surface it's a promising idea: an American journalist in London, who also has some gambling debts, wants to spend a night in a wax museum for, among other reasons, a good true life magazine story.
There aren't too many this bad,-and there are much worse-but it truly lacks originality, pacing, good dialogue and a good story.
This one is truly a sub-par entry in the usually excellent Hitchcock half-hour series.
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