Sandy Petersen likes mummy movies.
I know because two of his favorite childhood monster movies are oddball mummy movies. There’s a married couple, Mike and Jamie (Mike blew all day waiting for my several times delayed flight to arrive to come pick me up at the airport—thanks, dude!), delightful people, who have been joining us these last several years. Jamie in particular hasn’t seen all these goofy movies (partly, I’m sure, because she’s younger than many of us and they don’t really show on TV anymore unless you watch Svengoolie), so Friday was largely a day to inflict some on her.
First up was one of Sandy’s pair of mummy films, Pharaoh’s Curse. This is a pretty staid affair with a tykes-throwing-popcorn boring romantic triangle between a married lady, her negligent husband and a military guy who was kind of an a-hole, at least looking at him today. I guess back in the day he was just manly. Anyway, booooring.
However, there was also (hence Sandy’s favor) a vampiric weremummy. Don’t see two many of those. The film is exactly as good as you’d think, but we all have these little favorites among the litany of not great movies. And it’s not terrible either, to be fair. Worth a look if you’ve never seen it, or haven’t seen it for decades.
