Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny: James Mangold’s entry to the cinematic series has its heroic protagonist, now later in his years, being unwittingly pulled once more into an archeological adventure with supernatural overtones, this time by his goddaughter. But it seems that not only Indy is tired, but those that put this story together as well: it is ho-hum, with the archeological investigations being very dull, pitting the hero against a particularly weak villain, and sidekicks that feel like lesser rethreads of what the series had before. Harrison Ford portrays well how worn out the character is, but it’s not clear how much of that is acting; Indiana Jones is, for the most part, without his usual edge. Phoebe Waller-Bridge plays the energetic and talented heiress to his legacy well enough; Mads Mikkelsen, as the weak villain, is neither threatening nor charming enough. The production design, by Adam Stockhausen, and the costume design, by Joanna Johnston, are capable enough and well-captured by cinematographer Phedon Papamichael’s lenses. But it’s overlong and does not justify its length.