Review – The Mummy’s Hand

At least Lon Chaney Jr. isn’t in this one. Despite his absence, however, this is the usual parade of dry, dusty, walking corpses, ancient curses, sinister Egyptian baddies, valiant white heroes and damsels in distress. If anything, this rehash of the usual mummy clichés is made all the more annoying by the intrusion of enough comic relief to bring the plot to the border of an Abbot and Costello-style farce. Every once in awhile the hollow-eyed mummy gets a good camera angle, but other than that this film offers little or nothing even to die-hard sub-genre fans. See if desperate