I saw an article on Film Butcher that said that The National Mummy was part of the trend of destape (uncover) films as Franco and the Catholic Church’s power over the cultural morals of Spain declined. That’s funny, as the poster they shared has the mummy being unwrapped.
Released the same year as the zombie movie in mummy bandages Dawn of the Mummy, this José Ramón Larraz-directed film is a sexy comedy. Unlike so many movies in his career, Larraz worked from a script by someone else, as this was written by Juan José Alonso Millán (he also wrote Marta, one of my favorite movies).
Saturnino (Francisco Algora) is a young and wealthy archaeologist. While relaxing in his mansion, he receives a visit from his teacher — and hombre lobo por la noche — Don Felipe (Quique Camoiras, a prop comedian who often used larger objects to make his diminutive size even smaller), who brings along his daughter Ana Mari (Azucena Hernández, who was also in El retorno del Hombre Lobo in 1981) and a mummy that he has found in the Upper Nile.
Much like every mummy movie ever, no one pays attention to the curse. In this case, her bandages are to remain on, but when they loosen up, she comes to life and begins killing every man she can through violent sex.
As if having a werewolf and a mummy in the film was not enough, there’s also a very Nosferantu-like vampire named Dr. Vilaseca (Carlos Lucena) who has an entire army of ladies of the evening who only come out at night. And oh yes — there’s also an axe murderer loose in the house.
This is a goofball film, the kind of movie where a picnic descends into hijinks when a maid gets her arm cut off and numerous people try and help her while the protagonist tries to feel up the professor’s daughter after she faints. Where Cupid can descend from a brothel ceiling and attempt to take charge of lovemaking. And where the touch of a female vampire hooker can turn a man into a beast. It’s dumb but knows how to be fun.