Edgar Wright’s “Running Man’ falls short in the humor department

[‘Running Man,’ from Et] driven,” missing the point that we don’t want to live in a dystopia (and that Bladerunner isn’t even Harrison Ford’s name in “Blade Runner”).

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GLEN POWELL, left, and Colman Domingo in sci-fi thriller "The Running Man"

(Ross FERGUSON Paramount Pictures)

The timing couldn't be better — and worse — for Edgar Wright to remake “The Running Man,” only to put no fire into it. He and his co-writer Michael Bacall have adapted a fairly faithful version of the book, unlike the 1987 Arnold Schwarzenegger meathead extravaganza. (The only way to suffer through that one is if you imagine it’s a parody of pun-driven testosterone flicks.) Tellingly, they've left off the year 2025 and only lightly innovated the production design with spherical drones. But there’s little urgency or outrage. Instead of a fun-house mirror of what could be, it’s merely a smudged reflection of what is.

Glen Powell stars as Ben Richards, a cash-strapped, employer-blacklisted father who begrudgingly agrees to be a contestant on a television hit that no one has survived. There’s only one network, FreeVee, and its goals overlap enough with those of the government that the distinction between them isn’t worth parsing. Every day Ben dodges a death squad, he'll earn money for his wife, Sheila (Jayme Lawson), and sick baby, up to a billion “new” dollars if he can last a month. (The updated bills have the Governator’s face printed on them.)