FORMAT: BLU-RAY (REWATCH)
ORIGINAL REVIEW:
(As posted on June 13th, 2024)
Anthony Eisley stars as an archeologist who wants to show off his latest discovery, an ancient sarcophagus containing a perfectly preserved Egyptian princess (Marliza Pons), to his colleagues at a convention in Las Vegas. But first thing's first. He gets his associate to lock him inside the tomb because he wants to disprove the “Curse of the Jackals”. Shocker: The curse is not only real, but it also turns him into a jackal-man, courtesy of old school werewolf transformation special effects.
You know, I could say this is the worst werewolf make-up I’ve ever seen. Instead, I’ll accentuate the positive and say it’s the best werejackal make-up I’ve ever seen. I mean he looks like one of those Country Bears from Disney World after a seven-day drunk. Anyway, after Eisley transforms, he runs around and kills some cops. (ACAB-All Cops are Bound to Get Killed by a Dude in Shoddy Werejackal Make-Up.)
Up until now, The Mummy and the Curse of the Jackals was one bad, but gloriously entertaining movie. It’s only when the mummy stuff starts creeping in does the film slam on the brakes. The flashback of the mummy’s origin is a virtual remake of the 1932 Boris Karloff version, except with community theater level costumes and sets. (There is a mildly gory tongue ripping scene though.)
Luckily, before things get too boring, Eisley turns back into the werejackal and attacks a wino, and the movie is back on track. Then, the princess wakes up and does a Vegas dance routine accompanied by a swinging score. I have to tell you, the romantic scenes of Eisley falling for the princess are a hoot. They play like a mash-up of Mannequin, Splash, and I Dream of Jeannie. The scene where he tries to show a 4000-year-old supermodel mummy how a bra works is peak cinema.
While Eisley takes the princess out on the town, the other mummy wakes up. If you thought the mummy in Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy looked bad, then check this dude out. His face looks like a beef jerky sculpture of the Toxic Avenger. Anyway, he isn’t alive five minutes and he’s killing go-go dancers and crashing through walls. WOW.
What else can I tell you about this movie? The princess has a snake ring that turns into a glowing disco ball and hypnotizes people. The shots of the mummy and the werejackal strutting down the Vegas strip and waltzing through casinos while incredulous passersby look on are priceless. Oh, and about an hour into the movie, John Carradine shows up because… this is exactly the kind of movie John Carradine would show up in.
When it finally comes time for the big showdown between the two titular titans, the werejackal hits the mummy with a stick, and it disappears in a puff of light and smoke! WHAT. Thankfully, the mummy returns (don’t ask me how) to attack a wino (this movie hates winos with a passion). He and the werejackal then go toe to toe a few more times before a positively stupefying ending that will have you asking yourself, “HUH?!?”
What were you expecting from a movie starring Anthony Eisley and John Carradine?
Director Oliver Drake was known for directing mostly westerns and even tried his hand at porn around the same time this was released. This movie is crappy for sure, but it’s my kind of crappy. Any film that has me saying “HUH”, “WOW”, and “WHAT? in the span of eighty minutes must be worth a look. All in all, The Mummy and the Curse of the Jackals is truly an unsung classic of grade Z cinema.
AKA: The Mummy’s Curse of the Jackal.
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