I’m talking about The 1999 masterpiece directed by Stephen Sommers. The one that gave us a hero who shoots first, a librarian who drinks too much, and a 3,000-year-old priest with a serious case of separation anxiety.
Rating: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ (5 out of 5 Scarabs)
It’s a movie where the hero kisses the girl, saves the world, and then immediately asks, "So, what now?" It doesn't need a post-credits scene (though it sets up a sequel perfectly). It doesn't need to be "dark and gritty." It just needs a compass, a Book of the Dead, and a guy named Jonathan who is trying to steal everything not nailed down.
The Mummy is not just a good "guilty pleasure." It is a legitimate classic. Take a drink every time Rick gets knocked out. You’ll be drunk by the halfway mark.
I have structured this as a retrospective/opinion piece, suitable for a movie blog or pop culture site. Let’s get one thing straight: I am not talking about the 2017 Tom Cruise reboot. I’m not even talking about The Mummy Returns (though we all love the Scorpion King’s CGI for the wrong reasons).
