The Mummy (1959)

So you've done Frankenstein and you've done Dracula, I suppose logically next on the list would be The Mummy. In 1895 a team of British archaeologist dare disturb the tomb of the princess Anaka, which is guarded by the cursed remains of her would be lover Kharis (Christopher Lee). Alone in the tomb Dr. Stephen Banning (Felix Aylmer) is attacked by the Mummy and left a mumbling basket case. His son John Banning (Peter Cushing) and brother-in-law Joseph Whipple (Raymond Huntley) both archaeologist finish up the dig, they take away all the treasures from the tomb, and then for some reason blow it up. All this much to the consternation of an Egyptian man named Mehemet Bey (George Pastell) who had warned the group not to open the tomb. You see Mehemt is a secret worshiper of the ancient Egyptian God Karnak, and vows to avenge the desecration of the tomb (I mean they didn't have to blow it up, that's just spiteful). Anyway it takes Mehemet three years to dig the mummy out, then transport it to England where he has rented a country house near the Banning's (yes he's independently wealthy for some reason).

Anyway once the Mummy gets to England he sicks it on the senior Banning and Whipple in short order, both are killed. This leaves the younger Banning to be dealt with, luckily he's a clever enough fellow and his wife (Yvonne Furneaux) just happens to look like the late princess Anaka, whom she plays in flash backs. Cushing and Pastell have a fun conversation/argument in Pastell's rented house, and I love how the former antagonizes the later by dissing Karnak as only a minor Deity. Yvonne's visage saves Cushing from the wrath of The Mummy, but then it abducts the films only female for amours reasons? Anyway its not as good as the Dracula or Frankenstein, but a decent ending to this little trilogy. **1/2