My Mummy

I loved "My Mummy" so much, I bought it after renting it. Welcome to the delightfully wacky, goof-ball universe of J. Todd Anderson and George Willeman. This film has a singular look and sound, and my mind has been replaying many scenes for the last few days. (God help me: two expert low-budget filmmakers from Ohio have hijacked my brain.) I've ever seen such a smart, smart, smart film about such dumb, dumb, dumb guys. I hope we have not seen the last of the Earl Schmelzer and Karl Futznekkkr characters. If you are a fan of "Shaun of the Dead," The Three Stooges, The Marx Brothers, "SCTV", the studio sketches of "Mystery Science Theater 3000," Sam Raimi's "Crimewave" (co-written with the Coen brothers), "The Hudsucker Proxy," Cosmo Kramer, Jay and Silent Bob, Monty Python, and "Palookaville" you'll love "My Mummy." Guarantee it.

I watched this with a few of my friends because we love dumpy class B horror movies, and we bought it for $.99. It was so terrible we were speechless. When the movie ended and the credits rolled we actually yelled in anger and hit each other. It was maybe the worst thing I have ever seen, but we still quote it to this day. If you can get a few people to sit through it to the end you will have a story for a long long time. We broke the disc in anger but we don't really want to watch it again. If you are not a fan of B class terrible movies do not watch this, pick up the DVD, or even look at the cover. So in the end if you would like to gouge your eyes out and laugh your ass off at the end watch this movie.