The Mummy: The Tomb Of The Dragon Emperor was not a film I was dying to see. I drove the scooter over to Cheshire this morning to see a couple Choate Tennis players competing in a men's tournament, had a bite to eat with them afterward, and then raced an oncoming storm back to Wallingford (I got only a little wet and made it home before the downpour began). But when I settled in to watch the semifinal between Andy Murray and Ivo Karlovic on Tennis Channel the power suddenly cut out about a half hour into the match. So facing the alternative of sitting at home in the dark, I decided to head to the cinema instead.
This second sequel to The Mummy is perfectly absurd, mindless summer entertainment. If you go in with low expectations, you'll be all set. Think of the movie as a roller coaster rude: fun but entirely forgettable.
