It follows three mummies as they end up in present-day London and embark on a journey in search of an old ring belonging to the Royal Family, stolen by the ambitious archaeologist Lord Carnaby.
Jordi Gasull, Javier López Barreira
Some time ago I had met writers who thought it was easy to put together an engaging family story: put together some contemporary artefacts, mix that with a different, more serious theme that you will take on tongue in cheek, and voilà. Mummies’ producer-writer does just that, he tells us the dumb story of Egyptians living 2500 years ago but just like us today. One anachronistic gag is fun, but anachronism galore is a bore, it is so easy, so lazy. Basically you could do the same jokes with the Roman Empire (sounds like exclusive Astérix turf), the Middle Ages, Shakespeare…
Hence the main characters are lame – spoilt – youngsters not pleased with the choices Society is making for them. In case it had too much potential they added a stock cardboard villain with two hopelessly dumb and interchangeable assistants (resulting in negative comical value).
So there is nothing engaging, all is just about rushing to the next task for our small-time heroes. Recreating Pharaos’ Egypt for this just feels like a huge waste of time and energy, and you can feel dejected that the producer and people in Brussels (MEDIA) thought this drivel sounded good enough for kids and their parents.
In the end there are no mummies whatsoever, only lots of lame jokes (most of which are meant for adults…) that won’t go away like those antique characters (and pets) who happen to dress with mummy bandages.