Now is the summer of our discontinued retirement.
Harrison Ford’s Indiana Jones returns later this month for “Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny.” Meantime, and we’ll take the good news where we can find it: Michael Keaton’s back as Batman in “The Flash,” a stand-alone DC Comics movie devoted to Barry Allen/The Flash, but periodically elevated by Keaton’s low-keyed, high-impact charisma as Bruce Wayne/Batman. Also the new Supergirl, played by Sasha Calle — she’s good. Good, and feral. The movie is OK, and less feral.
Keaton’s introduced as the scraggly, insanely rich hermit landlord and resident of Wayne Manor, pressed into Earth-saving service by two versions of Barry. Ezra Miller, whose Flash zipped around the edges of three previous DC all-star movies, portrays both Barrys, from different timelines. “The Flash,” whose hopped-up title character describes himself as “the janitor of the Justice League,” runs so fast he can revisit the past. This discovery leads to his big idea: saving his mother from a long-ago senseless murder. His father, now in prison, took the rap. Can Barry get around the butterfly effect of his meddling long enough to make his family whole?
