Charlton Heston plays archeologist Matthew Corbeck, who is obsessed with finding the tomb of Princess Kara. When Heston does find the tomb, he attacks the tomb with a sledgehammer; the blows coincide with the labor pains of his wife Anne (Jill Townsend). Her baby is stillborn, but starts breathing when Matthew takes the lid off the sarcophagus in Kara's tomb. The film follows a well-worn path from here.
Heston is as good a choice as anyone to play a man obsessed. Zimbalist plays dual roles as well as possible.
The unsolvable problem is the script the film's stuck with. It makes the fatal mistake of assuming audience members have never seen a horror movie before, and treats each cliche like a brand new idea. The characters' lines announce their impending deaths, one of which is stolen from 1976's "The Omen". You don't need to have seen more than one or two horror movies to guess what's going to happen. There is a subplot involving father and daughter being inordinately fond of each other (Otto disapproves of the word) that, according to the storyline, mirrors the relationship Kara and her father had back in ancient Egypt.
The unusually good score is by Claude Bolling. The cinematography is by Jack Cardiff. The script is blamed on four screenwriters. There are some horselaughs to be found, but they are outnumbered by the cliches the film enshrines. The music, photography, and tension built up over the last 20 minutes make this a tolerable time passer. Not as bad as I'd thought/hoped.
Heston is as good a choice as anyone to play a man obsessed. Zimbalist plays dual roles as well as possible.
The unsolvable problem is the script the film's stuck with. It makes the fatal mistake of assuming audience members have never seen a horror movie before, and treats each cliche like a brand new idea. The characters' lines announce their impending deaths, one of which is stolen from 1976's "The Omen". You don't need to have seen more than one or two horror movies to guess what's going to happen. There is a subplot involving father and daughter being inordinately fond of each other (Otto disapproves of the word) that, according to the storyline, mirrors the relationship Kara and her father had back in ancient Egypt.
The unusually good score is by Claude Bolling. The cinematography is by Jack Cardiff. The script is blamed on four screenwriters. There are some horselaughs to be found, but they are outnumbered by the cliches the film enshrines. The music, photography, and tension built up over the last 20 minutes make this a tolerable time passer. Not as bad as I'd thought/hoped.