I’m surprised it has taken this long for Tom Cruise to tank an otherwise decent film. His Scientology-related controversies haven’t been followed by any big film failures—far from it, considering that he has multiple decent Mission: Impossible and Jack Reacher films under his belt at this point.
So I went into his reboot of The Mummy hoping Cruise would continue his surprising streak of floating atop incredible action setpieces and delightful ensemble casts. Not so much. In fact, Cruise is the primary reason this first entry in the Dark Universe stinks, and he drags an otherwise fine-to-solid film down to his underwhelming level.
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