Arrgh. All considered, this was about as bad as Elizabethtown, so I’ll have to stop lording that miserable pick over Marcy’s head. It was all me who insisted we watch this sequel to The Tiger of Eschnapur… I remembered a fantastic finale, tragic and grandiose, and we were already two hours invested, so why not finish it?

Because I remembered the wrong movie. Whatever I had in mind, it must have been some Egyptian thing, it certainly wasn’t this. The climax was two men in brownface showing each other their sweaty chests. The one and only highlight is Debra Paget’s snake-charming dance, which she performs practically nude.