The third film in a trilogy often tends to suffer. Jaws 3, Spider Man 3, X-Men: The Last Stand… the list goes on.
The Mummy 3: Tomb of the Dragon Empire suffers from the rule of three syndrome to no end. Picking up some 15 years after the events of The Mummy Returns, we find Rick and Evey as retired civil servants, fresh from the Second World War, and bored out of their minds. This wouldn’t be too much of a problem, being a believable scenario for people with their past misadventures; had it not been for the single biggest, most catastrophic mistake the producers could have made. Evey!
Onwards! No Imhotep? Surely it cannot be a Mummy film without Imhotep I hear you ask. Correct, it wasn’t. I mean yeah, great they took it to another location, they wanted to try fresh things and I’m all for that, but did they really have to kick out the super cool villain that we all remember from our childhoods? Jet-Li, though an impressive character, just couldn't compare.
And finally, the single worst part of this film, the really kick in the proverbial testicles, is Alex. The cute nine year-old boy who destroyed tombs, bitch talked a seven foot henchman and summoned his mother back from the dead has turned into a washed out, gambling arse hole. We catch up with the now early 20’s Alex in a nightclub in Shanghai as a university drop out and a womanizing moron.
I can’t stomach this film; I can’t quite believe it was possible to destroy such a phenomenally good film series so easily… I was wrong.