Y’all can keep all those overblown CG loaded mummy movies…ooo…aahhh..I’m so impressed. Know what impresses me? Moody lighting, spirit gum and Boris Karloff’s face. That’s all it takes, folks. This is the grandaddy right here. Karloff is Im-Ho-Tep, who’s back from the dead after archaeologists raid his tomb…not out for revenge but to find the reincarnation of his ancient love (Zita Johann, a classic black and white beauty. Strong of will and sharp of tongue, she would’ve made a great Lois Lane). Naturally, he ditches the bandage-bondage look (ever notice that mummies in cartoons and comedies always stay wrapped and growl inarticulately like the Frankenstein monster?) and dresses like an average ( if scrawny, emaciated, junky-like) Egyptian. (Imagine William S. Burroughs dressed like a Shriner.) Granted, Karloff couldn’t shake that mellifluous, rolling-r British accent…but how many people know what an Egyptian accent actually sounds like anyway?