Air ball. Fumble. Pick your sports metaphor. It had some momentum at the beginning, but none of the chemistry worked. Not between Tom and Jake, not between Tom and Annabelle. What purpose was Jekyll and Hyde? No superpowers. Just an addict who goes wild seemingly every 30 minutes or so unless he gets his fix. As bad as it was, there may be more.
Tone deaf, unable to nail chemistry, and proving if nothing else that Tom Cruise is dangerously close to being too old to play a cocky maverick, The Mummy makes remarkably little sense for a movie that spends half its runtime explaining itself to you. Cruise looks about 30% sure he knows what the rules are, and, sadly, the Dark Universe means that even if an annoying character dies, they can always come back.
This will probably be top contender for those golden raspberries. Unfortunately this is such a mess and a terrible start for the dark universe. Tom Cruise was a bad choice and the rest of the cast is invisible. Poor directing with no care for the small details...so many mistakes.
Brouhaha visuel et sonore, où, malgré toute l'action qui se bouscule, rien ne parvient à s'extraire du vain. Le blockbuster se momifie lui-même mais pour quoi faire ? Pour dire quoi ? ... A croire que, à l'image de notre civilisation, plus on met de moyen, plus on ne produit rien d'autre que du déchet.
A lot more subversive than people gave it credit, in large part due to the latent homoeroticism on display. (Nick Morton saves the girl, but it's a guy he rides off into the wilderness with, &c &c.) However, the second act is particularly turgid, with awful pacing and Crowe delivering some godawful line readings. (One also wonders why the Mummy is impervious to bullets, but that's neither here nor there.)