he Mummy is a fun film that sets the Dark Universe’s ball rolling as viewers look forward to the next edition.

Perhaps it was a critical view of the war itself, or Alex just did not feel like a better excuse was plausible or novel.

The Mummy is just another Tom Cruise film where the 54-year old continues to sell us his man-child image. Neither scary nor engaging, we are certainly not looking forward to a sequel.

Another reboot, another attempt at building a giant cinematic universe, and another bland, tedious misfire.

This callow outing for stars like Tom Cruise, Russell Crowe, Annabelle Wallis, is big and slick, typically Hollywood, but it’s no fun at all.

Undone by its clichés and staleness, the only thing The Mummy does well is confirm there’s something in this world that’s scarier than a monster and it goes by the name of reboot.

What we are left with is our hero kicking up a lot of sound and fury, and sand, of course, with the promise of much more of the same to come. Not actively awful, but not a barrel of silly fun either.

It is categorically the worst movie of Tom Cruise’s career. Sitting through it was a pain unlike any other. One can only hope that this awakens something in Cruise, much like Ahmanet, and sends his career down a new path. He’s 54 now. He can’t run forever.

There’s enough gruesome eye candy, and in-your-face action to enjoy in ‘The Mummy’ if you ignore the plot holes and frustrating characters. But the first entry in Universal Pictures’ monster franchise comes across as a desperate attempt by the studio to capitalise on Hollywood’s current world-building frenzy.