Egypt, 1902: Faced with violent uprisings, British rulers send Captain Storm (Mark Dana) to put a stop to an archaeological dig that could further anger the dissidents. Storm leads a small group, including Sylvia (Diane Brewster), wife of explorer Robert Quentin (George N. Neise), to the Valley of the Kings, but they arrive moments too late: Quentin and his team have already unleashed the spirit of an Egyptian high priest, who possesses the body of a young man, turning him into a crumbling monster who sucks the blood from his victims.
Despite taking a slightly different approach to the whole Egyptian curse schtick, Pharaoh's Curse is still essentially a mummy movie, the slow, shuffling, desiccated killer only a threat if you're unable to outrun it. Amazingly, the victims in this film don't leg it on sight of the creature, but cower on the spot in fear, allowing it to drain them of bodily fluids (one particularly dumb victim even throws his blazing torch to the floor in fright, instead of using it as a weapon). It's all rather silly and not in the least bit frightening.
With a good half of the film devoted to the journey to the pharoah's tomb, during which the group encounter mysterious woman Simira (Ziva Rodann), plus some pointless emotional strife between Sylvia and Robert, this is a barely passable programme filler that has justifiably faded into obscurity.
Despite taking a slightly different approach to the whole Egyptian curse schtick, Pharaoh's Curse is still essentially a mummy movie, the slow, shuffling, desiccated killer only a threat if you're unable to outrun it. Amazingly, the victims in this film don't leg it on sight of the creature, but cower on the spot in fear, allowing it to drain them of bodily fluids (one particularly dumb victim even throws his blazing torch to the floor in fright, instead of using it as a weapon). It's all rather silly and not in the least bit frightening.
With a good half of the film devoted to the journey to the pharoah's tomb, during which the group encounter mysterious woman Simira (Ziva Rodann), plus some pointless emotional strife between Sylvia and Robert, this is a barely passable programme filler that has justifiably faded into obscurity.