In the classic movie monster hierarchy, the cloth-clad Mummy really scrapes the bottom of the scare barrel. Aside from his close kinship with the zombie—sadly, this is one Egyptian artifact that avoids the mandatory skin eating—there's really nothing inherently spooky about a reanimated corpse with limited super(natural) powers. This is especially true of the mummy's latest big screen incarnation. In Rob Cohen's horrid The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, the wrapped rascal is literally as menacing as an inert stone statue.
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