Curse of the Aztec Mummy is a Mexican horror film released in 1957. Directed by Rafael Portillo, the film belongs to a genre known as lucha libre - a type of Mexican professional wrestling film that incorporates elements of horror and science fiction. The Curse of the Aztec Mummy is the second installment in a trilogy of films featuring the character of the Aztec mummy Popoca. The story revolves around a stolen treasure that includes a valuable gemstone known as the Eye of the Devil. A group of archaeologists, led by Dr. Eduardo Almada, discover the tomb containing the mummy of Popoca and the Eye of the Devil.
“Are you sure about this?” you asked as you adjusted your shirt.
“Maybe if you look like a Neverlander, it’ll be easier for him to recognize you,” Henry reasoned.
“And if he doesn’t?” you worried.
“An act of true love can break any curse,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“An act of true love?”
“Like a kiss.”
Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “Exactly what excuse will I have for kissing him if he doesn’t even recognize me? What if I don’t recognize him?”
“You believe,” Henry reminded you. “Belief is powerful.”
You walked into Granny’s, your hair in a bun, wearing a tunic with a belt around your waist. Leggings covered your legs and boots protected your feet. You felt out of character, but perfectly comfortable at the same time.
You found Tommy, you learned his name was, sitting by himself. Henry had called him to meet for lunch, but you were going instead. You stood awkwardly by the same, coughing to get his attention.
His eyes widened, and you thought that perhaps Henry’s plan worked.
“Are you looking for someone?” he asked.
“Henry sent me,” you replied, biting your lip. “He said that we needed to meet.”
He looked you up and down. “Is this because of his story book? Are you the girl in the picture?”
“It sounds crazy,” you defended. “I thought so too. But at the same time, it makes sense. What are the chances that the girl in his book looks exactly like me? Maybe you’re not who he thinks you are, but I… I’ve been having these dreams, and what Henry says is making a lot of sense to me.”
“What kind of dreams?” he asked softly.
“Dreams of flying to Neverland,” you replied. “Flying with someone who looks an awful lot like you.”
He blew out a breath. “I’ve had the same dream.”
Your eyes widened. “Maybe Henry isn’t crazy?”
“How will we know?” he asked, and there was a sense of desperation in his eyes. “If there was a curse to make us forget, how do we remember?”
You blushed deeply. “Henry said that… an act of true love could break the curse.”
He gulped audibly. “Like a kiss?”
You nodded softly.
He stood before you, standing only a few inches taller than you. His hand gently grasped your chin as he leaned in. You tilted your head and closed the gap, pressing your lips to his. A wave of energy fanned through the diner and you found yourself pulling him closer before you broke apart for air.
“(Y/n),” he breathed, looking into your eyes.
“Pan,” you gasped, gripping onto his shirt. He brought you into a tight embrace and you buried your face in his neck.
“I missed you,” you murmured, clutching his shoulders.
“I missed you too,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. A smirk claimed his lips. “I always loved the way you looked in Neverland clothing.”
You grinned. “I did it just for you.”
He kissed you again, holding you close.
Henry watched the display from outside the diner, smiling to himself before walking home.
Birkin argues that the allegation does not bear up under scrutiny since a pedophile would lose interest in the boys as they grew older but Barrie s relationship with the Llewelyn Davies brothers only intensified. Whatever celestial space James Barrie 1860-1937 currently occupies, the sprite likely would look kindly on Marc Forster s 2004 film Finding Neverland , a gauzy semi-biopic of himself that is based on the play The Man Who Was Peter Pan by Allan Knee.
Eduardo Almada, discover the tomb containing the mummy of Popoca and the Eye of the Devil. Unbeknownst to them, a villainous character named The Bat, who wants to claim the treasure for himself, uses a wrestler named El Angel (The Angel) to bring the mummy back to life by removing the Eye of the Devil. As the mummy comes to life, it seeks revenge on those who disturbed its resting place and stole the gem.
Pwter pan curse
Title
Reverse This Curse
Pairing
Peter Pan x Reader
Fandom
Once Upon a Time
Summary
Request:
“Can you please make another Peter Pan one ?”
Reverse This Curse
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A/N: Idea stolen from this post on Tumblr. http://peachyxpan.tumblr.com/post/148820208913/imagine-pan-during-the-curse
I also gave you a Storybrooke name, whereas (y/n) is your regular not cursed name.
“Henry, I’ve told you before,” the young brunet sighed as he sat across the table from the mayor’s son. “I’m not Peter Pan, and I don’t have a girlfriend named (y/n).”
“Tommy, yes you do,” Henry insisted. “I don’t know who she is yet, but I’m sure she’s in Storybrooke. You just don’t remember.”
Tommy leaned back in the booth, looking at the boy with sad eyes. It was a happy story that Henry told, but there was simply no way it could be true.
“Look,” Henry said, opening his story book. On one of the pages was a drawing of a young girl and boy. The girl had (h/l) (h/c) hair and her arms wrapped around the boy… who looked remarkably like Tommy.
“I admit, it looks like me,” Tommy stated, taking a drink of his tea. “But if it is, why don’t I remember it? Why isn’t (y/n) here now?
"Because of the curse!” Henry cried, exasperated as he had told Tommy this story several times before.
“You’re still talking about that curse?” a blonde woman asked, sitting beside Henry.
“Yes,” the boy defended. “Because it’s true.”
The blonde offered her hand. “I’m Emma, Henry’s birth mom.”
“Tommy,” the brunet returned, shaking her hand. “Though your son is convinced I’m Peter Pan.”
Emma let out a snort while Henry huffed at their ignorance. He would find a way to prove it.
You were walking home from the library, lost in your thoughts. You’d been having strange dreams lately, so you had checked out a few books from the library to help you interpret them. You were so lost in contemplation that you crashed into someone, sending the both of you to the ground. Your messenger bag fell open, books littering the pavement.
“Ugh,” you grunted. “I’m so sorry! I was distracted and not paying attention.”
“It’s okay,” a young voice replied. You glanced up to see Henry, the mayor’s son. You didn’t know him well, but you knew who he was.
“I’m Henry,” he greeted, kneeling down to pick up your books.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you told him. “I’m Willow.”
He smiled as he looked at your books. “Dream analysis?”
You nodded. “I’ve been having strange dreams lately.”
He picked up another. “Peter Pan?”
A blush dusted your cheeks. “I’m going to sound crazy but I keep dreaming about a shadow taking me to Neverland and living with lost boys. It’s stupid but I thought that maybe reading the book and conducting some dream analysis might help me understand.”
You stood, stuffing the books into your bag. You looked at Henry’s face, for the first time, you noticed. He seemed to stare at you as though he knew you.
“Can I show you something?” he asked.
You furrowed a brow. “Sure, I guess. What is it?”
He held out his story book, opening it to the page he had shown Tommy. A gasp fell from your lips as you gazed at the picture of you embracing an unknown boy.
“I’ve dreamt about him… He was there, in Neverland.”
“That’s because you’re both from Neverland,” he told you. “I know it sounds crazy, but your name is (y/n), and you lived in Neverland until the curse forced everyone to Storybrooke and made them forget their lives.”
You stared at the boy, your eyes darting between him and the book. It sounded crazy - completely insane. There was no way you lived in Neverland with Peter Pan. But the image on the page felt so familiar, and you had been dreaming about Neverland a lot…
“Can you prove it?”
“I can try,” he replied. “Maybe if you met him again, you would recognize each other.”
“Does your book say what our relationship was in Neverland? Were we friends? Enemies?”
“Lovers,” Henry replied with a shrug. Your blush darkened. How were you going to approach a stranger and tell him that you were lovers in another world?
You let out a sigh. “I’m in.”
“Are you sure about this?” you asked as you adjusted your shirt.
“Maybe if you look like a Neverlander, it’ll be easier for him to recognize you,” Henry reasoned.
“And if he doesn’t?” you worried.
“An act of true love can break any curse,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“An act of true love?”
“Like a kiss.”
Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “Exactly what excuse will I have for kissing him if he doesn’t even recognize me? What if I don’t recognize him?”
“You believe,” Henry reminded you. “Belief is powerful.”
You walked into Granny’s, your hair in a bun, wearing a tunic with a belt around your waist. Leggings covered your legs and boots protected your feet. You felt out of character, but perfectly comfortable at the same time.
You found Tommy, you learned his name was, sitting by himself. Henry had called him to meet for lunch, but you were going instead. You stood awkwardly by the same, coughing to get his attention.
His eyes widened, and you thought that perhaps Henry’s plan worked.
“Are you looking for someone?” he asked.
“Henry sent me,” you replied, biting your lip. “He said that we needed to meet.”
He looked you up and down. “Is this because of his story book? Are you the girl in the picture?”
“It sounds crazy,” you defended. “I thought so too. But at the same time, it makes sense. What are the chances that the girl in his book looks exactly like me? Maybe you’re not who he thinks you are, but I… I’ve been having these dreams, and what Henry says is making a lot of sense to me.”
“What kind of dreams?” he asked softly.
“Dreams of flying to Neverland,” you replied. “Flying with someone who looks an awful lot like you.”
He blew out a breath. “I’ve had the same dream.”
Your eyes widened. “Maybe Henry isn’t crazy?”
“How will we know?” he asked, and there was a sense of desperation in his eyes. “If there was a curse to make us forget, how do we remember?”
You blushed deeply. “Henry said that… an act of true love could break the curse.”
He gulped audibly. “Like a kiss?”
You nodded softly.
He stood before you, standing only a few inches taller than you. His hand gently grasped your chin as he leaned in. You tilted your head and closed the gap, pressing your lips to his. A wave of energy fanned through the diner and you found yourself pulling him closer before you broke apart for air.
“(Y/n),” he breathed, looking into your eyes.
“Pan,” you gasped, gripping onto his shirt. He brought you into a tight embrace and you buried your face in his neck.
“I missed you,” you murmured, clutching his shoulders.
“I missed you too,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. A smirk claimed his lips. “I always loved the way you looked in Neverland clothing.”
You grinned. “I did it just for you.”
He kissed you again, holding you close.
Henry watched the display from outside the diner, smiling to himself before walking home.
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El Angel, who initially helps The Bat, realizes the evil intentions behind his actions and joins forces with Almada and a wrestler named Blue Demon to stop the mummy and prevent The Bat from acquiring the Eye of the Devil. The Curse of the Aztec Mummy incorporates elements of Mexican folklore and mythology, as well as the popular lucha libre wrestling scene. The film showcases exciting wrestling sequences and suspenseful moments as the heroes battle the resurrected mummy and try to retrieve the stolen gemstone. Despite the low-budget production and sometimes campy special effects, Curse of the Aztec Mummy became a cult classic in Mexican cinema. It was well-received by audiences who were drawn to its unique blend of horror, action, and wrestling. The success of Curse of the Aztec Mummy led to two sequels, The Robot vs. the Aztec Mummy and The Aztec Mummy Against the Humanoid Robot, completing the Aztec Mummy trilogy. Overall, Curse of the Aztec Mummy is an important film in the history of Mexican cinema, combining elements of horror, science fiction, and lucha libre wrestling. Its success and cult following have contributed to its enduring legacy..
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1. John - 1 out of 5 stars
I found "Curse ov the aztec mummy" to be utterly disappointing. The storyline was incredibly weak, and the acting was even worse. The special effects were laughable and lacked any sort of realism. It felt like a low-budget production, and the dialogue was cringe-worthy. I would not recommend wasting your time on this film.
2. Sarah - 2 out of 5 stars
I had high hopes for "Curse ov the aztec mummy" but unfortunately, it fell short of expectations. The plot was confusing and poorly executed, leaving me confused and disengaged throughout the film. The characters lacked depth, and their motivations seemed arbitrary. The pacing was also sluggish, making it difficult to stay interested. Overall, it failed to deliver a compelling and cohesive story.
3. Michael - 1 out of 5 stars
"Curse ov the aztec mummy" was a disaster of a film. The acting was wooden and uninspiring, making it difficult to connect with any of the characters. The plot was convoluted and incoherent, with numerous plot holes that were never addressed. The production quality was extremely low, evident in the poorly done costumes and cheap-looking sets. Overall, it was a waste of time and money.
4. Emily - 2 out of 5 stars
I found "Curse ov the aztec mummy" to be quite underwhelming. The story had potential, but it was let down by the lackluster execution. The pacing was inconsistent, with moments of slow development followed by rushed and confusing sequences. The film lacked any real tension or suspense, and the climax felt anticlimactic. While it had its moments, it ultimately failed to deliver a captivating viewing experience.