Down south, just outside the town of Mud Creek, East Texas, near where the highway bridge crosses the slow-moving brown river known as Mud Creek, sits the Shady Rest Convalescent Home, with its constantly changing clientele of the elderly and indigent. Among its clients is one Sebastian Haff (Bruce Campbell), an Elvis impersonator who recently woke from a multi-year coma caused by falling off a stage during his act. Of course, we quickly discover that this isn’t Sebastian Haff at all; Haff died many years ago from a drug overdose at Graceland. This is really a guy named Elvis Presley. Among his friends at Shady Rest is a black guy (Ossie Davis) who is called Jack Kennedy — partly because he really is Jack Kennedy, spirited away after a really bad day in Dallas, Texas, and dyed black to hide him from the world.

There’s a third client of Shady Rest — not a resident, though; he only shows up there from time to time to get his dinner. Jack, who is something of an esoterica aficionado, quickly identifies him as a soul-sucking mummy left over from one of the early Egyptian dynasties, probably brought to this country as part of the Amen-hotep exhibit, and somehow marooned in or near Mud Creek. Naturally, it falls to Elvis and Jack to set out on a crusade to stop this evil undead leech.

This is typical Bruce Campbell fare — not very significant, but fairly good comedy fare. Those who like Campbell will probably find it very enjoyable. Those who don’t will probably find it ho-hum. In either case, it’s not terribly memorable.

Probably the one scene worth watching for occurs early in the movie, when the daughter of Elvis’s recently dead roommate shows up to clean out his stuff. She starts by throwing a bunch of old wartime photos and his purple heart in the wastebasket. When Elvis asks her why she never came before, she points out that she was there once, three years earlier, when she checked the old man in. Otherwise, she was just too busy to come. Actually, she admits, she couldn’t afford this place: “Without Medicare or Medicaid or whatever that stuff is, he’d have died in a ditch somewhere,” she tells Elvis. A few hours ago it became obvious that Congress never saw that scene … or, if they did, didn’t much care.