Man, I wish they’d named this anything else—this smart psychological thriller/horror is not about mummies, it’s about a present-day serial killer and the journalist with whom he shares his secrets.
Man, I wish they’d named this anything else—this smart psychological thriller/horror is not about mummies, it’s about a present-day serial killer and the journalist with whom he shares his secrets.
Leila Annastasia Scott – “Alexis”, is a journalist sitting inside a café, checking her laptop or phone and doing some work. Suddenly, a bald man (Jason Scarbrough) sits down opposite her and says, “Hello, Alexis.” Shocked, she replies, “do I know you?”
No, she doesn’t, but over the next 90 minutes, she’ll learn that she is sitting across from a perverted, vicious killer. An innocent man was mistakenly convicted some time back, but this creepy guy with big glasses and no hair has all the details to satisfy Alexis that he is the real killer.
Why “Mummy Murders?” Because our killer has access to embalming fluid and equipment and part of his m.o. is to infuse living young women with embalming fluid and then post mortem details I leave to you to discover.
How far would Alexis go, morally, to bag the story, even if it means not getting the police involved? That’s one of the cogent questions posed to her at the table?
What I thought was gutsy for a genre film is that most of the story takes place with our two characters talking at that table in a Texas café- mostly just talking, there are cutaways to video of things being described. With that kind of set-up, I was surprised at how quickly the story rolled along.
It’s not scary – not horror film scary- but it keeps you curious and ends at just the right time.
The Mummy Murders is now streaming on the usual platforms. 2 ½ out of 4 stars. Rated R.
