Lee Cronin's The Mummy (2026) ลี โครนิน เดอะ มัมมี่

#Mymuvir3 #LeeCronin sTheMummy2026 #6879/10 stars review ratings#JackReynor #LaiaCosta #MayCalamawyAt first was about to quit watching since it have that pale effect, on top of that the story do back and forth of flash back.. for their overall story telling. A different story telling from the normal Mummy movie franchise. Just happens to share the same tittle and that is all. Instead of journeys and adventures its more into jumpscare and revenge curse of some sort.

#Mymuvir3 #LeeCronin sTheMummy2026 #6879/10 stars review ratings#JackReynor #LaiaCosta #MayCalamawyAt first was about to quit watching since it have that pale effect, on top of that the story do back and forth of flash back.. for their overall story telling. A different story telling from the normal Mummy movie franchise. Just happens to share the same tittle and that is all. Instead of journeys and adventures its more into jumpscare and revenge curse of some sort.

Blum House never disappoints. Lee Cronin’s The Mummy (2026) takes a fascinatingly different route by treating the monster mythos as a slow-burn, atmospheric tragedy. Instead of relying on jump scares, the film builds a heavy, suffocating sense of dread around a grieving family whose returned daughter is clearly no longer human, wrapped in a terrifyingly realistic, decaying state.The movie shines brightest through its phenomenal sound design—every raspy breath and dry, rustling movement amplifies the isolation of its modern desert setting. It hits a few bumps in the middle when trying to tie its intimate story back to broader ancient hieroglyphic lore, and anyone hoping for a high-octane adventure will be disappointed. However, as a grim, psychological exploration of an ancient curse infecting a household, it is a beautifully shot, incredibly memorable piece of horror filmmaking.

I had high hopes for this, but boy was I disappointed... Instead of getting Christopher Lee, Boris Karloff or even Arnold Vosloo - we get a modern day Carrie with a few bandages and a rehash of the Azazel story - only this time with a sarcophagus and lots of rusty chains. We begin when the young daughter of Charlie (Jack Reynor) and Larissa (Laia Costa) is abducted by someone at the bottom of their garden who has been grooming her with candy bars at their Cairo home. Despite the best efforts of the police, there proves little that can be done and so the family relocate back to the USA and get on with raising their other two children. Then, out of the blue, Det. Zaki (May Calamawy) calls to say she has been found after an aeroplane crashed in the desert. Catatonic, the young girl (Natalie Grace) is brought home but swiftly we realise that all is not well and that when things begin to go bump in the night, some malevolence becomes apparent. What could possibly happen next Well, sadly, there isn t the slightest hint of jeopardy about any of that as the visual effects designers go into overdrive and the writers head back to the pub. There simply isn t anything here that is remotely scary nor that does any justice to the ancient Egyptian mythology that could have better underpinned this mystery had Lee Cronin actually taken some trouble to build on that richness instead of sticking with the typical family panicky melodrama, albeit entertainingly augmented with some modern-day false teeth. There is the slightest of twists at the denouement that did make me smile - until I realised that might also signal sequel, and then I left to go home and watch a film that actually evokes something of the eerie and the mystical from this ancient culture. At least she wasn t a doll!

We can all just say that this is Evil Dead, right I mean, it is, in everything but name, with some flimsy other story tacked on over it. It is shot like Evil Dead, its dialogue fits the Evil Dead, the narrative is Evil Dead. It just happens to not be Evil Dead. And it is all the worse for it. Because it is NOT Evil Dead, and instead tries to say something else, but gets bogged down in its format, and becomes this bland, uninteresting goop. It is proficient, sure, but it is almost desperate, and it is not engaging, and certainly not fun.

Partially entertaining possession flick. Going into it blind, I was expecting more focus on the mummy aspect of things, but that turned out to simply be a surface-level harness around a possession story, that is ditched as fast as it appeared. The plot gets lost in itself towards the 2nd half of the movie and it ends up wishy washing around with classic possession tropes and inevitably ends up falling flat. Overall I was entertained for a good bit, but also bored and annoyed for a significant portion of the movie.

Lee Cronin’s The Mummy isn’t scary or memorable; it’s raunchy exploitation and over-orchestrated expired cheese. It is a horror film that reeks of nothing but ridiculousness. The sad part is there’s a decent enough concept buried somewhere within this vomit-drenched monstrosity and a killer ambiance that is borderline spine-tingling.