In the 25 years since The Mummy was released, I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve watched it. It started as a staple of my childhood, becoming the go-to Sunday film I’d watch with my mom while she did the ironing. These viewings started early, too, after I promised I wouldn’t get nightmares from watching it as a nine-year-old (reader, I lied). This continued well into my teenage years when the film would become my essential escapism hit. Still now, if I’m feeling under the weather or I just need a pick-me-up from the stresses of life, I’ll get out my trusty DVD for another whirl of Rick O’Connor and Evelyn Carnahan’s Egyptian adventures.
I’m not alone either. A huge part of the so-called 'Brendan Fraser renaissance' over the past few years has been fuelled by people with a deep love for Rick’s sarcastic quips. Whether it be think pieces on the film’s everlasting appeal, dedicated homages to Evelyn’s impeccable wardrobe, or the tearful social media responses to Fraser winning the Oscar for The Whale, the love for this cheesy, absorbing cult classic runs deep.
