In THE ADVENTURER: THE CURSE OF THE MIDAS BOX, life of seventeen-year-old Mariah Mundi is turned upside down when his parents vanish and his younger brother is kidnapped. Following a trail of clues to the darkly majestic Prince Regent Hotel, Mariah discovers a hidden realm of child-stealing monsters, deadly secrets and a long-lost artifact that grants limitless wealth - but also devastating supernatural power. With the fate of his world, and his family at stake, Mariah will risk everything to unravel the Curse of the Midas Box!
Mere mention of buried treasure and amulets and so forth don't automatically mean international intrigue, which your little brother can tell you when he wakes up.
This elaborately constructed, visually appealing, well-cast adventure film should have worked, but is sunk by a singularly unmusical script and perfunctory handling.
"This is horrible!" Sacha the seamstress says. "I have to get out of here!" She stole the thoughts right out of my brain as I watched Jonathan Newman's dismally directed, inert action movie The Adventurer: Curse of the Midas Box.
Michael Sheen, Lena Heady and Sam Neill are among the big names expecting a franchise, but they'll be lucky to get a mid-morning TV slot, let alone a sequel.
The Adventurer: The Curse of the Midas Box could somewhat aptly be described as National Treasure in Victorian England. That is to say, it has that distinct feeling of being a tenth-generation ripoff of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
