This is the time that heat exhaustion starts setting in at the multiplex. Prolonged exposure to the relentless onslaught of would-be summer blockbusters causes sluggish fatigue. The cure requires something truly special, which the latest—and least—Mummy is not.
The third movie finds explorer Rick O'Connell (Fraser) and archaeologist wife Evelyn (Bello, a bland fill-in for Rachel Weisz) finished with mummy-wrangling, and bored to pieces. Or maybe they're just mystified by the script, which gives them a 21(!)-year-old son (Aussie actor Ford, a Matt Damon doppelganger). The trio chase a new resurrected relic: an ancient Chinese emperor (Li, muffled behind a clay mask) who, as usual, wants to enslave mankind. The Mummy films have always played like a low-rent Indiana Jones, but a genuine sense of adventure was always underneath all that crummy CGI. Little of that playfulness remains, other than some enjoyable Yeti attacks and a battle featuring two undead armies. The O'Connells' retirement may have been dull, but this is hardly an improvement.