The Curse of King Tut's Tomb Reviews

Casper Van Dien dons a rather familiar fedora and khakis in The Curse of King Tut's Tomb, a rather shameless Indiana Jones rip-off that owes as much to the famed adventurer as it does Stephen Sommers' Mummy franchise -- itself, an homage to the grand days of period cinematic fun in the sand and sun. This time, the hammy B-listed actor is backed up by Highlander director Russell Mulcahy, whose prowess as a filmmaker has evidently eroded in the years since his last theatrical outing (for the record, leading up to this it was 1994's The Shadow). The CG-laden miniseries is a gluttonous bore of a tale that is only interesting for the cheesy effects that pop up on the screen every ten or so odd minutes. Otherwise, it's a spot-that-poor-classy actor game, which almost always leads to Malcolm McDowell, who's seen better days in far more worthwhile projects. For a slightly better Mulcahy mummy tale, look no further than 1999's Tale of the Mummy, which at least had the decency to add some grisly gore into the mix.