The movie took time out for laughs, it didn't keep piling on the climaxes and it didn't linger on the special effects the way some movies do, as if to justify all the money that's been spent on them. The picture came closer to the relaxed, self-parodic tone of the movies it was emulating -- '30s swashbucklers and tales of intrigue in exotic lands -- than the Indiana Jones movies ever quite managed. It was a relaxed, amiable good time.

Somebody made sure that Sommers got the message this time out. "The Mummy Returns" is everything the first "Mummy" was fun for not being. It's loud and chaotic, jammed with effects that don't wow us precisely because they are trying so hard to wow us; it relegates its actors to the scenery; and it's responsible for more climaxes than one of those vibrators that feature the rabbit with the quivering ears.

Except that it wasn't good for me. How it will be for you depends on whether you like being worked over or seduced, hammered by the numbers or tickled and pampered before you're asked to get excited.

One of the fun things about the first "Mummy" was the way it flirted with the politically incorrect presentation of faraway lands in '30s movies. The Egypt of "The Mummy" was all airy luxury hotels and poshly appointed homes, foreboding ruins and desert sands, comic chiselers and cutthroat villains.

You couldn't take it seriously for a second (it didn't take itself seriously) and the plummy silliness was fertile soil for the mystic mumbo jumbo of the plot -- Egyptian priest Im-Ho-Tep (Arnold Vosloo) coming back to life and bringing all 10 plagues of his land with him. (What is un-p.c. here made me uneasy -- the pop-eyed expressions of some of the baddie's dead black henchmen.)

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The plot of "The Mummy Returns" isn't a comic take on the nonsense of desecrated holy places and ancient curses -- it is nonsense. I stopped understanding what was going on about 15 minutes in and never regained my bearings. Im-Ho-Tep is back (with the bald and mascaraed Vosloo looking even more like Billy Zane's beefy cousin), looking to revive his honey Anck-Su-Namun (Patricia Velazquez) and trying to get hold of a bracelet that will put the armies of a dark god under his command, let him defeat the legendary warrior the Scorpion King (played by the professional wrestler known as the Rock) and one teensy thing more -- bring about the apocalypse.

Sommers, who wrote the script as well as directed, appears to have been going for something like a less cozy, more Americanized version of Elizabeth Peters' Amelia Peabody mysteries. Amelia is an Egyptologist, a Victorian who'll take the ancient world over Blighty any day and who, on her journeys with husband and son, is always falling into one puzzler after another.

Brendan Fraser's Rick and Rachel Weisz's Evelyn are married in this outing (set in 1933) and they've got a young son named Alex (Freddie Booth). Parenthood doesn't seem to have dampened their libidos (they're always falling into a clutch), but the movie hasn't made a way to bring their young son into the relationship. He's just this little niblet they seem to have picked up along with the rest of their furnishings because they liked his school tie.

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