A few months ago I found myself perplexed by an ad plastered on the side of a passing city bus. The length of it featured an enormous set of seemingly haunted eyeballs, across which in bold font were the words: “Tom Cruise The Mummy June 9th.” Now, Best case scenario, this was a new band with one of those fun, nonsensical “blank the blank” names: Run the Jewels. Mott the Hoople. Cage the Elephant. Tom Cruise the Mummy. Worst case scenario, it was a new movie.
But that couldn't be right? I mean, there was already a movie called The Mummy.