The Mummy

Another supernatural sensation has covetously awoken, the flood, the hurricane, desperately seeking to tyrannically rule a flourishing hyperconnected globe, revelling in metropolitan indignity, suddenly clutched and bare, as unassuming adventurous treasure hunter Nick Morton (Tom Cruise) accidentally reanimates an immortal ancient Egyptian Mummy, whose evil was so vain she was painstakingly entombed a thousand miles away, in what postmodernly became the battlefields of Iraq.

She (Sofia Boutella) calls to him as he rests, claiming he is her "chosen", daring to devotedly adorn his theoretically apocalyptic side, to birth the Egyptian god of death within him (Set), unaware of millennial advances in laissez-faire ambition.

Is he so extraordinarily laid-back and exceptionally unconcerned that he can sublimate omniscience with characteristic North American middle-class composure?

That's so Tom Cruise.

Or will the dark universe univocally assume its rapacious dignity, capriciously toying with a world then driven by its commands?

With reckless authoritarian banality.

That's more of a question for the sequel, I'm jumping ahead a bit, overlooking The Mummy's historical embrace of British and Egyptian antiquity as synthesized and contemporized by the troubled Dr. Jekyll (Russell Crowe), whose jaded yet hopeful thoughts encourage critical extrapolations. 

The film's sort of cool, not a solid competitor for the Iron Man, Captain America, or Avenger series, but still comfortable enough doing its own thing to hold your attention for 107 without blowing your mind.

The classic good-natured blonde versus hellspawn brunette.

A quick look around Dr. Jekyll's laboratory suggests spinoff after spinoff after spinoff.

Adventure to adventure even if you may not like what you find?

The internal struggle which defines or destroys so many conscientious men and women.

Even with the near absurd number of superhero/arch-villain films proliferating at the moment, it would still be nice to see highly dramatic renditions of Dracula and/or Frankenstein released for the Academy's consideration.

Come to think of it, it's the perfect time.

Frankenstein was one of the saddest most touching maddeningly atemporal i.e eternally applicable sociocultural novels I've ever read.

He was a remarkably caring sensitive curious loving soul before his appearance was reviled by others.

Is there a Frankenstein film that has ever brilliantly captured that aspect without simultaneously lusting after monstrous profits?

Fassbender as the doctor?

Eddie Redmayne as Frankenstein?