When he's kidnapped early on by baddies in search of a bracelet that will resurrect the Scorpion King, Rick and Evelyn seem about as concerned as the audience, who know Alex will be rescued well before film's end. Everyone's but a hired hand meant to kill time between explosions and set pieces and battles between the living and the undead. It's pointless even to encapsulate the plot, because there isn't much of one. The Mummy Returns is that sequel that's simply unnecessary, a movie that exists only to taketaketake your long green without giving anything in return. When The Mummy Returns mints a fortune, we'll no doubt get a third installment in which all the actors are computer-generated, replaced by ones and zeroes.
Audiences get what they deserve.
The spirit of Hitchcock pops up in a deft French thriller. All rights reserved.