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‘Lee Cronin’s The Mummy’ review: Vile, derivative franchise resurrection is wrapped in borrowed bandages

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There was a distinct era when Brendan Fraser effortlessly encapsulated an entire mythological saga with a mere gesture and a knowing smile, and the iconic Imhotep character exuded genuine pathos beneath his terrifying, gloriously rendered form. Almost three decades later, those vibrant, pulp-fiction adventures have matured like a perfectly preserved artifact, their infectious spirit of enjoyment resisting the erosion of time, even as Hollywood consistently revisits this ancient wellspring with increasingly heavy-handed approaches. Following Tom Cruise’s ill-fated attempt to forcibly integrate the material into an existing cinematic universe, which starkly demonstrated how quickly this narrative can falter when contorted into an unsuitable mold, this most recent excavation comes courtesy of Irish filmmaker Lee Cronin. Fresh off the visceral triumph of *Evil Dead Rise*, Cronin arrives with a considerable amount of industry capital, enough to undertake a revival, yet arguably with a touch of hubris evident in his direct association with the project’s title. This newest iteration benefits from substantial backing, including horror titans James Wan and Blumhouse Productions, though persistent whispers of Wan’s alleged dissatisfaction with an early cut continue to circulate, even after official dismissals. The final film does little to quell the notion that some creative friction or unforeseen complications may have arisen during its production.

Cronin re-establishes the legendary narrative within a contemporary framework, commencing in Cairo where TV journalist Charlie Cannon, portrayed by Jack Reynor, resides with his wife Larissa (Laia Costa) and their children. Their lives are irrevocably altered when their daughter Katie vanishes in a sandstorm after forming an ill-advised connection with a neighbor. Eight years pass, and the grieving family has relocated to Albuquerque. Katie’s return is orchestrated in the most extraordinary and unsettling manner possible: she is discovered within a 3,000-year-old sarcophagus at a plane crash site and subsequently reunited with her parents in a state that oscillates between profound catatonia and something far more malevolent—a condition that would compel any discerning adult to flee in terror.

Cronin’s directorial signature manifests in a visual style that feels both deliberately crafted and curiously derivative. Frequent split-diopter compositions relentlessly juxtapose foreground and background elements within a single, anxious frame, while the camera moves with a predatory stealth, as if anticipating a sudden assault. The family home itself transforms into a claustrophobic pressure chamber, characterized by acute angles, concealed passages, and extensive sightlines designed to heighten tension even when no immediate threat is present. This atmospheric tension proves effective for a time, before gradually succumbing to narrative inertia.

Once Katie is back under the family roof, all semblance of practical judgment and self-preservation instincts seem to dissipate. The screenplay subsequently leans heavily on sheer obstinacy to propel the plot forward, as the Cannons—defying all overt evidence—insist that the emaciated, wheezing, and unambiguously possessed child in their care merely requires “time and affection.” This perplexing decision reduces them to passive observers within their own harrowing ordeal, effectively stripping the film of any genuine emotional or narrative stakes. As the runtime extends far beyond a comfortable duration, the pacing becomes an arduous test of endurance, with scenes repeatedly revisiting the same frustrating thematic beats while the story simply waits for the next outburst of violence to rationalize its protracted length.

The performances offer intermittent respite from the overall sluggishness. Newcomer Natalie Grace delivers a fully committed portrayal of Katie’s physical transformation, contorting her body into genuinely unsettling configurations and channeling the raw, unfiltered menace reminiscent of Linda Blair without resorting to direct imitation. Calamawy consistently provides a grounded presence, lending the film a sense of anchor and purpose whenever it threatens to devolve into mere cacophony. Reynor, still conveying traces of his previous roles…

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‘Kaakkee Circus’ series review: Sans big names, this series is a ‘slow burn’ comedy

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The Tamil web series Kaakkee Circus unfolds as a distinctive caper, orbiting the audacious theft of a temple hundi (donation box) within a secluded Tamil Nadu town. The narrative deftly interlaces the diligent pursuit of justice by local police with the audacious self-regard of the perpetrator. Eschewing reliance on mainstream star power, the series captivates with its ingenious plot, understated humor, and an eccentric ensemble of memorable characters.

Penned by Ameen Barif and Akash Chandramohan, and directed by Barif himself, this seven-episode production subtly echoes the thematic undertones of the 2025 Malayalam black comedy thriller Maranamass. While both feature Rajesh Madhavan in an antagonistic role, Kaakkee Circus distinguishes itself by centering on a thief rather than a serial killer. The setting is a vividly imagined, fictional locale in Tamil Nadu, populated by an unforgettable cast. This includes a duo of aspiring content creators, the local police force, their resident prisoners, a jailer who harbors literary ambitions, a morbidly ironic coffin maker, and, crucially, an egotistical petty thief and his girlfriend.

The series masterfully employs a ‘slow-burn’ comedic approach, gradually building its momentum and charm at a languid pace, yet drawing viewers in with its subtle allure. It’s the kind of humor that delivers a lasting, lingering smile well after the credits roll. Munishkanth delivers a standout performance as Anbuselvan, the book-obsessed jail warden who champions literature as the ultimate tool for criminal reform. His unique disciplinary method involves making inmates read and subsequently testing their comprehension. In stark contrast is Arjun, a younger, impetuous cop (portrayed by Subash Selvam), who yearns to tackle crime with traditional, forceful methods—a desire often curbed by his more circumspect superior. This unusually benign and almost indulgent portrayal of law enforcement lends a fantastical, charming quality to the narrative.

The core conflict ignites when the theft of the donation box from the sub-jail premises plunges the police station into a state of frantic activity. In an attempt to prevent an official scandal, the officers replace the stolen cash, effectively creating a cover-up that implies the heist never occurred. Unbeknownst to them, the Malayali bus conductor, Manoj (masterfully imbued with mystery, mischief, and menace by Rajesh Madhavan), is the proud architect of the theft. When news of the ‘non-existent’ heist reaches him, his professional pride is wounded. Driven by a need to validate his superior skills—exemplified by a prior daring act of walking off with a gas cylinder from a house, unnoticed by its occupants—Manoj embarks on a mission to prove the theft did, in fact, happen. Observing this unfolding drama, and even contributing to its resolution, is the aforementioned mother-son duo, aspiring content creators desperately seeking their next viral reel to elevate their viewership from obscurity into significant numbers.

Kaakkee Circus constructs a chaotically quirky and wonderfully comic universe, where irony reigns supreme. This is evident in details such as the town’s coffin shop, paradoxically named ‘Heaven,’ or a bizarre, darkly humorous incident where a coffin itself becomes the instrument of a person’s demise. Another amusing detail features a key witness who claims he can identify the thief solely by his shadow. These delightful, unconventional elements are sprinkled throughout the series, enriching its distinctive charm. The narrative unfolds through a series of interconnected episodes, each contributing to the evolving absurdity and humor.

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Pallichattambi movie review: Heavy-handed approach drags down this ahistorical period movie

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‘Mr X’ movie review: Arya-Gautham Karthik’s promising mission undone by excess

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The cinematic journey of “Mr X” commences with a compelling historical reference, immediately setting a tone of clandestine operations. The film plunges viewers into the intriguing 1965 joint endeavor between India and the United States, an operation aimed at deploying a nuclear-powered surveillance device on the treacherous Nanda Devi mountain range to monitor Chinese missile and nuclear activities. From this high-stakes historical backdrop, the narrative abruptly shifts to contemporary Chennai, introducing audiences to Goutham (Arya), a formidable figure emerging from an intense underwater fitness regimen.

Goutham is quickly revealed as an elite RAW agent, part of a covert unit whose members maintain innocuous civilian guises – a businessman, a delivery driver – until duty calls for their synchronized action. Their introduction solidifies with a high-octane operation, as the team decisively dismantles a money laundering syndicate in Sowcarpet, executed with explosive precision.

These initial events immediately spark the film’s central enigma: Is Goutham the titular Mr X, and what is the profound link between him and the enigmatic disappearance of a missile from the aforementioned Nanda Devi expedition? Directed by Manu Anand, “Mr X” (Tamil) features a prominent cast including Arya, Gautham Karthik, Sarath Kumar, and Manju Warrier, centering its narrative on the imperative to safeguard a critical nuclear device. The core question underpinning the plot revolves around the RAW team’s ultimate success in this perilous mission.

Unraveling these complex questions necessitates navigating a substantial 153-minute runtime, replete with an array of characters, each burdened with intricate backstories, protracted action sequences that test endurance, and narrative convolutions that often feel superfluous. While “Mr X” evidently aspires to be a polished, Hollywood-esque spy thriller, and commendably resists the temptation to indulge in extraneous commercial Tamil cinema tropes early on, its narrative momentum falters significantly by the midpoint, succumbing to predictability and an excessively convoluted structure.

A preceding disclaimer, asserting the film as a “fictional story, woven together by various incidents that reportedly happened over a period of time,” inadvertently foreshadows its eventual narrative disjointedness. Director Manu Anand’s execution struggles with temporal coherence, with characters abruptly traversing from Chennai to Russia, punctuated by flashbacks to Pakistan, creating a relentless, breathless pace that overwhelms the storytelling.

Physically, Arya embodies the demanding role of a RAW agent with commendable conviction, executing action sequences with an undeniable ease. However, the screenplay offers limited avenues for his dramatic prowess, leaving little room for the nuanced performances seen in his previous acclaimed works like *Naan Kadavul* or *Sarpatta Parambarai*. Consequently, even in moments designed for emotional resonance, his portrayal maintains a noticeable stoicism.

In contrast, Gautham Karthik’s character, Amaran, known by the intriguing code name ‘Lone Wolf’, is significantly more intricately drawn. His outwardly deceptive smile conceals a profound internal complexity, hinting at a character far more morally ambiguous than initially perceived. This compelling portrayal suggests that Gautham Karthik could emerge as a formidable choice for future Tamil filmmakers seeking actors capable of embodying sophisticated, younger antagonists.

Sarath Kumar also contributes significantly, occupying a pivotal role within the film’s elaborate framework. He adeptly handles the requisite action sequences and, at times, delivers knowing nods to some of his iconic past characters, eliciting a nostalgic appreciation. Manju Warrier, despite a role that feels underdeveloped, manages to leave a discernible impact.

Despite the commendable efforts in crisp editing by Prasanna GK and an atmospheric score by Dhibu Ninan Thomas, these technical merits ultimately prove insufficient to redeem a largely unmemorable second half. The film even includes a post-credits sequence, clearly designed to lay the groundwork for a potential “Mr X 2.” However, based on this initial outing, a sequel is hardly a prospect to anticipate with enthusiasm.

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