Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Mummy poster art
There is almost no rational reason for my love of old Mummy movies. They are the slowest of the classic monsters; they only seem to have one (rather hard to trigger) goal in life; without a convenient Egyptian helper to make hot tea they can’t function at all; and they are inevitably tripped up by some damned woman getting reincarnated at just the wrong time and in just the wrong place. Rarely has the term ‘cursed monster’ been more accurate than when applied to these sad moldering crypt dodgers but I still get a thrill from their often inept murderous fumbling and stumbling.