This is an Indiana Jones-type film that was made on the cheap (VERY cheap). It features hot young guys running about sets that looked LESS convincing than the props in a spook house! It also features an airplane that explodes with one shot from a pistol, a band in pharaoh head gear and others dressed like mummies or wearing a fez singing "Tutti Frutti" (presumably in the Middle East), BAD dialog and acting and one embarrassing moment after another. When the film began, I knew it was crap--simply because of the cheapo soundtrack. It's all synthesizers and sounds pretty much like what other cheap 80s films sounded like (such as "Warlords of the 21st Century"). And, it features John Carradine--a guy who would have starred in ANYTHING (including tampon commercials) if they paid him in cash! It also features Cameron Mitchell--a once decent actor who, by 1986, was seriously looking for work. As for the rest, they're mostly unknown actors (aside from Sybil Danning, who made a career out of appearing in low-budget films)....and I can see why. Overall, it's the sort of picture that would have gone straight to videotape or been seen on the USA Network back in the late 80s. If you like crap, then give this one a try. As for me, I couldn't even finish this one...it was that lame.

Hack director Fred Olen Ray unleashed this loser back in the mid eighties. "Stars" Sybil Danning and John Carradine are in the film for about 5 minutes each, and Cameron Mitchell has the good sense to not show up until about 50 minutes in and then gets killed about 15 minutes later. It's for sure none of these actors listed this on their resumes. As for our lead, David O'Hara, well let's just say he shouldn't have quit his coaching job. And the second male lead, Richard Hench, who doesn't enter the film until it's half over, seems to be reading his lines from cue cards offscreen. At times he appears to be in a trance. Some of the furniture has more life in its performance than he does. Of course most of the blame falls squarely on the director's shoulders here. Olen Ray can't seem to pace a scene to save his life; they all just drag on and on with the actors taking long, I mean long, pauses between each line of dialog. You can just feel precious seconds of your life slipping away while waiting for them to complete their discussions. Naturally we need some pointless t & a to pad out an already stretched film, and plenty of go nowhere scenes that do nothing to advance the "plot". The best I can say for this garbage is that it is only 84 minutes long.Skip this film and watch the 1980 flick The Awakening, which covers pretty much the same ground. While not a great movie, it's worlds better than this dreck.

This move rocked!It has everything you could want in an eighties American horror movie...cool humor,rock music and Michelle Baur! Well...Okay so there only one rock song ("Danger Boy") but that was one cool song.I especially loved the scene in the disco were that song was playing and Michelle Baur slowly creeps up on our main heroine...reminded me of that disco scene form Fright Night.There's also some cool special effects too, like in the end when Michelles true face is revealed...she looked really creepy...(not sure how her hair turned from blonde to brown for no apparent reason though!).The story is about a bunch of archaeologists who stumble upon an old tomb...but an evil mummified Egyptian (Michelle Baur) is awoken in the process...most of the guys are killed of except one...but can he stop her...only the final frame reveals all!!! Wicked movie...you've got to check it out!

Another Kitch classic. Stu Weltman co-stars in this zany takeoff complete with the likes of John Carradine....Weltman's Detective Sullivan is the right guy for the right job. His accent is New York but his attitude is Joisey.If the Sopranos knew what a latent talen Stu was he would have been great as the aging Don...He could play an Irishaman, an Italian or a Greek detective with equal capability.To see him is to love him. He brightens up the Tomb a truly memorable D type of movie. The Mummy was putty in Detective Sullivans trembling hands!