The golden glow that pervades the film -- gorgeous desert sunsets, gilded temples, warm torchlight -- isn't just symbolic of a longing for a J. Peterman fantasy world of biplanes, khakis, and worn leather satchels hiding priceless historical treasures; it's also indicative of a nostalgia for the great rollicking movies of the past, not just the obvious Raiders of the Lost Ark but also classic adventures like Lawrence of Arabia .
Writer-director Stephen Sommers wisely cast aside most of the silly horror flavor of earlier Mummys and has opted for a bargain-basement version of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Truth to tell, the new Mummy offers few legitimate frights.
A cross between a third-rate Raiders of the Lost Ark and a Dracula movie, The Mummy is definitely bad--downright awful, in fact.
Aspiring to combine the mystical epic adventure of "Raiders of the Lost Ark" with the larger-than-life Love Never Dies impetus of "Dracula," this "Mummy" comes off more like the monster of Frankenstein--a rudimentarily-stitched aggregation of elements that comes alive in spite of itself.
Advance quotes from studio-friendly reviewers trumpet The Mummy as being an exciting thrill-ride in the tradition of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Sommers is a pure pop Stephen Spielberg but this chapter is less Raiders of the Lost Ark than Gunga Din, a pulp update of old Hollywood action movies.