The Mummy is one of those movies that isn’t exactly good, but darned if you don’t love it anyway. With lovable leads like Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisz, it’s almost cute. Add centuries-old resurrected corpses to keep you on the edge of your seat and a dash Indian Jones and you say to yourself, “Sure, I’ll come along for this ride.” So did a lot of other people- it grossed almost half a million dollars in the box office.
I first saw The Mummy a year or so after it was released. I was in middle school and babysitting the seven year old daughter of a family friend. My parents probably didn’t want me to see it when it came out because they thought it may scare me- a fair assumption. Interestingly, it was the little girl’s favorite movie and she insisted on watching. So, I sat through two hours of mummified corpses screaming and chasing Brendan and the gang as well as beetles crawling under people’s skin. After the movie, my ward wanted to play hide-and-go-seek and I spent the rest of the afternoon hunting her down in closets and under beds, half expecting to find a mummy in the process.
It took about a year for me to take the movie off my “Banned” list. Then, I started watching it all the time with my brother. We loved the 1925 setting, Egyptology (regardless of its accuracy), and archaeological exploration.
The Mummy was followed by The Mummy Returns and the prequel film The Scorpion King. Over the weekend, The Mummy reboot (ish) came out staring Tom Cruise. I have not seen it and probably won’t- based on the reviews. From the trailer it looks more like Mission: Impossible- Resurrection. I’m content to re-watch the original.
Here’s a fun scene where the mummy himself mistakes Rachel Weisz for his dead lover and Brendan Fraser fights him with a cat: