Lee Cronin's The Mummy

Lee Cronin’s The Mummy isn’t scary or memorable; it’s raunchy exploitation and over-orchestrated expired cheese. It is a horror film that reeks of nothing but ridiculousness. The sad part is there’s a decent enough concept buried somewhere within this vomit-drenched monstrosity and a killer ambiance that is borderline spine-tingling. https://bit.ly/MummyBarf

I had high hopes for this, but boy was I disappointed... Instead of getting Christopher Lee, Boris Karloff or even Arnold Vosloo - we get a modern day "Carrie" with a few bandages and a rehash of the "Azazel" story - only this time with a sarcophagus and lots of rusty chains. We begin when the young daughter of "Charlie" (Jack Reynor) and "Larissa" (Laia Costa) is abducted by someone at the bottom...

We can all just say that this is Evil Dead, right? I mean, it is, in everything but name, with some flimsy other story tacked on over it. It is shot like Evil Dead, its dialogue fits the Evil Dead, the narrative is Evil Dead. It just happens to not be Evil Dead. And it is all the worse for it. Because it is NOT Evil Dead, and instead tries to say something else, but gets bogged down in its forma...

Partially entertaining possession flick. Going into it blind, I was expecting more focus on the mummy aspect of things, but that turned out to simply be a surface-level harness around a possession story, that is ditched as fast as it appeared. The plot gets lost in itself towards the 2nd half of the movie and it ends up wishy washing around with classic possession tropes and inevitably ends up fal...

Blum House never disappoints. Lee Cronin’s The Mummy (2026) takes a fascinatingly different route by treating the monster mythos as a slow-burn, atmospheric tragedy. Instead of relying on jump scares, the film builds a heavy, suffocating sense of dread around a grieving family whose returned daughter is clearly no longer human, wrapped in a terrifyingly realistic, decaying state. The movie shines...