So, the trailer for The Mummy reboot was released…
…and is it weird that I find the mummy attractive?
Half of me wants to run for my life and hide, and the other half wants to channel my inner Flynn Rider:
I don’t think the intention of the filmmakers was to make me feel like giving the mummy a hug. But, what can I say? She’s asking for one.
I mean, look at her:
“Strip the flesh from my bones. I don’t even mind,” I want to say to her. If there’s anyone I want draining my soul of its life-force, it’s her.
When I stand in front of the pearly gates for judgement, I’ll gladly tell God that she’s the reason I’m there. “You picked a good way to go,” I imagine He’ll say.
Or God will tell me that I was actually supposed to defeat the mummy and save the world, and my infatuation has doomed the human race…