IT DOESN'T not look like Beyoncé, except you know Beyoncé would never wear a wig this bad. It has the deep-brown eyes, the brows arched high, the arm outstretched and hip swirled right, knees cocked in frozen forever choreo-they got it past scary, just short of uncanny. The lips are closed, and they are glossy. The gaze is fixed, and it is dead, dead, dead. And we can't really tell: Did they make Beyoncé orange? Or is it just the shit lighting at the Hollywood Madame Tussauds? Dominique Fishback stepped back to appraise. It was early March, and we'd spent the past hour wending through the chambers of the wax museum as Fishback dashed up to various figures, mugging with wax Morgan Freeman ("I'd love to work with you one day") and wax Jim Carrey and wax the Rock. To wax Marlene Dietrich: "I don't know her." To wax Vivien Leigh: "My girl!" At wax Angela Bassett, all in red and head thrown back, Fishback squealed and jumped in for a photo: "Oh my God, this looks just like her. They killed that." She was probably the only one there who could follow it with "I got to put it up with the real one that I have of me and her."
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