If you are traveling to Niagara Falls (Canadian side) and you want to go to a really fun wax museum, don’t go to the Criminals Hall of Fame.
I don’t mean to make it sound like it’s all bad. One thing I learned from the museum is that many serial killers throughout history were missing both of their arms. Oh wait, no, that was just the museum trying to save money by not bothering to put arms on some of the people. They figured stapling the sleeves of shirts to the backs of the wax figures was good enough. What do arms matter anyway? You are there to learn.
Is there a tour guide to help you in this learning? Nope! Why pay a tour guide when you can paste on the wall a few descriptions written by a non-native English speaker?
At least there is an eerie soundtrack playing in the background. Just kidding, I made that up. You’ll be walking in silence through a crappy corridor for the duration of your visit.
Although you might be thinking they clearly gave no thought whatsoever in making an enjoyable experience for people, they gave a lot of thought about the exit. They knew people would be mad and likely to ask for their money back if they immediately encountered any of the museum staff upon leaving, so the exit leads directly out onto the street.
I went with Karen and Adrian, lured in by the flashy, fun looking sign and the promise of discovering some of the world’s most demented minds. We can never decide if this is the worst or the best museum we’ve been to. Empirically it is the worst, but it reached a point where it was so bad that every time we talk about it we start laughing.
You know when people are talking about something being so bad that some sort of line has been crossed? That is what the Criminals Hall of Fame has done. It’s kind of like Pleasantville – what’s at the end of the line, past bad? I think I might be forced to say it eventually starts at the beginning again, at good. See graph below: