
It does eventually happen, but it takes a very long time. This Mummy movie is a ridiculously over-the-top, gross-out film that oddly tries to be a slow, thoughtful experience. (I hesitate to even use its full title, Lee Cronin’s The Mummy, which seems unnecessary considering the other Mummy films starring Tom Cruise and Brendan Fraser. It makes it sound like director Lee Cronin, known for Evil Dead Rise, is a major celebrity.) But the film doesn’t offer enough substance to justify its slow pace, as it moves from Egypt to the desert of the American Southwest, where the Cannon family – including teenager Sebastián and young Maud – are trying to rebuild their lives. It’s not nearly as unsettling or emotionally resonant as Hereditary, either in its portrayal of something deeply wrong within the family’s New Mexico home, or in its exploration of parental guilt and grief. By the time the movie finally embraces its wild side with peeling skin, reanimated corpses, and a scorpion attack, it’s already lost most of the audience’s patience.