|Stars:||Tom Cruise, Sofia Boutella, Annabelle Wallis|
|Writer:||David Koepp (screenplay), Christopher McQuarrie|
|Category:||Action, Adventure, Fantasy|
|Overall Ratings:||/ 5|
Tom Cruise starrer The Mummy released this Friday and it marked the beginning of a new franchise, Dark Universe. However, the movie according to many has not been written properly and many people have blatantly blamed Cruise for his poor performance.
Adding to that, a lot of critics are calling it Cruise’s worst movie ever, after Cocktail.
Here are the top reviews of The Mummy:
Times Of India
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 capitalize on Hollywood’s current world-building frenzy. The amount of effort taken to construct the inevitable sequels is staggering. Admittedly, there's been some intrigue since we saw the heavily photo shopped picture of Cruise, Boutella and Crowe alongside Johnny Depp and Javier Bardem promising a lot more from the ‘Dark Universe’. But in the absence of quality writing, gripping plots and characters to truly care about, perhaps some monsters are best left buried.
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.
The film also commits the grave mistake of wasting Cruise’s natural charisma by turning him into a set piece that neither adds nor subtracts from the story. It’s probably the first time his presence doesn’t make a lick of a difference to a film. Many have called it the worst Cruise film to date — I would bestow that honor to Cocktail, but this movie comes a very close second.
You don’t even need a Russell Crowe to do his thing — swallow the screen — when you are a kick-starting a monster franchise (oh yeah, just wait for it). This must be the only film in which Crowe, after spouting some high-falutin’ rubbish about good and evil just disappears into the scenery. 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.