Pharaoh's Curse

Well safe in the knowledge that this production got no nearer Egypt than California's Death Valley, we set off in search of a tomb. Remarkably, after what seems to be very little effort they discover ... Well safe in the knowledge that this production got no nearer Egypt than California's Death Valley, we set off in search of a tomb. Remarkably, after what seems to be very little effort they discover Ramotep's last resting place and a-plundering they go. Thing is, though, the tomb starts to fight back - and when one of their number starts doing more desiccating than desecrating, a curse would appear to be on them. To be fair, the curse was probably already on the whole thing from the storyboard to the clapperboard. The cast are pretty C-list, led by Mark Dana's wooden-as-a-sarcophagus "Capt. Storm"; featuring Ziva Rodann doing her best Joan Collins impersonation as the sultry "Samira" as well as a few others going through the motions as Lee Sholem offers us nothing at all new with this rather dry and unremarkable mummy story. It's only an hour, and it isn't terrible - but that's not really any reason to watch it.