director Michael Carreras
I really had to challenge myself to figure out that I have indeed seen The Curse of the Mummy’s Tomb before. It’s the opening moment, when an archaeologist is killed and his hand cut off that most rang a bell. Also, a more innocuous scene not long after when his body is dropped in front of his daughter seemed familiar, as did the ignoble end of the mummy in this picture when a sewer system falls on top of him (which is seems like he initiated).
Actually, my favorite thing in the movie was Fred Clark as Alexander King, a kind of low-lever Carl Denham (of King Kong) or general American huckster who wants to tour the mummy as a show, unveiling and unveiling for audiences hungry for thrills. His loud-mouthed American both clearly obnoxious and also kind of charming.
But really, the mummy in this movie doesn’t get moving until pretty late in the show. It kind of picks up in the last act, but it’s still pretty weak stuff. You too will be forgiven for forgetting if you’d seen this one before.