I went into this movie thinking it was just another Barbie doll sex romp. No. It was much, much more. Frequent images, such as fruit and plants, juxtaposed to oil cans and angry robots, while Barbies engage in intercourse, suggest how the purity of love making is lost in our sex obsessed culture, a rare statement to make in modern cinema. If I had a young daughter I would sit her down and watch Nightmare Museum, and then, afterward, have a long discussion about how she can take control of her confused sexual feelings, and hopefully she can make the right choices in life. In the end, I must say, thank you, Nightmare Museum. A quite significant film.
