The Mummy '32



He went for a little walk…you should have seen his face.

While I certainly recognize its place as a classic monster movie in the cannon of Universal Studios, I have to admit that The Mummy kind of is a bit sluggish for me sometimes. Karloff remains my main reason for loving it, as well as, Jack Pierce’s stunning old-age make-up and mummy wraps for the iconic actor when he is first introduced to us. Little details also wow/amuse me just as the handprint left behind by Ardeth Bey/Imhotep where the scroll was stolen, the way Imhotep shirks being touched by Sir Joseph Whemple (Arthur Byron) because of his “eastern prejudice”, how Sir Joseph’s son, Frank (..the always dull David Manners) falls instantly in love with half-English/half-Egyptian, Helen Grosvener (Zita Johann) after they have briefly met the very night she collapses at the door of the Cairo Egyptian museum, the way Imhotep (thanks to Karloff’s captivating menace) enters a room and leaves those who stand before him rather aghast, the obviously memorable “scroll of Toth theft” where a member of Whemple’s 1921 archeological  staff goes mad after witnessing the mummy of Imhotep snatch the resurrection scroll, the image of bandages dragging on the floor (pulled away by Imhotep as he leaves the room out the door), and the allure of Johann who is a descendant of Imhotep’s long lost love, Princess Anck-es-en-Amon (there is something exotic and hypnotic about her type of beauty and presence, needed qualities in order for us to believe Imhotep would be willing to risk everything to have her eternally). 

I absolutely love the scene where Edward Van Sloan (as expert in Egyptian occult matters—similar to his Van Helsing, except he’s an expert in Egyptian history instead of vampires—Dr. Muller, Helen a patient of his who has a tendency to defy him thanks to the spell Imhotep has her under) confronts Imhotep bravely, saying that if he had the power he’d crush the Egyptian’s dry throat with his own hands! You see Christopher Lee often forward his hand towards the face of someone, his signet ring a symbol of total control: this came to me as I was watching a scene where Imhotep does something similar and the ring’s power stops Muller and Frank right in their tracks. And, you get lots of wonderful Universal sets mimicking (ancient) Egypt. 








Much like Karloff’s deliberate delivery, his method of speech a laconic tone, the film is as gradual and methodical, perhaps a bit talky at times but all of this doesn’t bother all that much. My mind can wander if I’m not careful which is perhaps not an endorsement for the film’s story and characters, but that’s not Karloff’s fault as he’s always interesting. His facial close-ups when his eyes “glimmer” as he has the weaker minded under his mental domination (how he can affect the beating hearts of humans he considers a threat to his reincarnating Anck-es-en-Amon into the body of Helen is such an example) and how Helen’s fate is similar to Mina’s in Dracula, with our heroes unsuccessful in keeping her from the clutches of Imhotep despite their many efforts to conceal her from him (there’s even a cool follow up to the handprint earlier when his hand leaves a dusty residue on Helen’s arm as she tries to pull away and resist his power). Yep, I still totally dig a lot from this movie; and because I so love Dracula, The Mummy’s similarities to it are neat to me. Karl Freund made another film besides The Mummy I love equally, Mad Love, that proves to me he should have directed more horror movies. Alas, this would not to be the case. Our loss.






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