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An expedition team discovers the body of an ancient Egyptian prince, but when they bring it back to England, a mummy starts picking then off one by one. This Hammer horror sequel gets off to a shaky start with ten minutes of clunky narration and then falls into a tediously predictable revenge plot. Budgetary constraints, which Hammer normally overcomes with ingenuity and resourcefulness, get the better of The Mummy’s Shroud. The film is plagued with bad lighting and cheap-looking sets, especially in the prelude, where you’ll also find some of the hammiest acting in Hammer’s canon. The mummy makeup is woefully subpar, too — what’s with this papier-mache and jammies look? I like my mummies to wear actual bandages (call me old fashioned). The film’s not a complete loss, though. Don Banks delivers a solid musical score, the special effect of the mummy’s demise is fairly clever, and Michael Ripper is amusing in the role of a nervous personal assistant.