This unwelcome sequel to Mannequin has neither the stars nor the director of the original. Only Taylor returns, reprising his offensive camp black stereotype. A thousand years ago in Hauptmann-Koenig, a prince's sweetheart is turned to wax by an evil enchanter (hooray!). Cut to the present: the girl awakens (boo!) in a department store, to be reunited with her inexplicably reincarnated lover. Young stars Swanson and Ragsdale are bland beyond belief, but worse still are the antics of the fiendish Count Spretzle's 'amusingly foreign' bodyguards. Raffill's heavy-handed direction is jam-packed with product placement, and interrupted every ten seconds with yet another plug for a boring MOR rock song.