Hats off to a ultimate journey – Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

Harrison Ford’s fifth and ultimate movie because the whip-wielding archaeologist strikes at a good crack however will get slightly exhausting.

To cease the most recent ­superpowered historical gadget from falling into the arms of the most recent batch of Nazis, the 80-year-old actor should squeeze into burial chambers, battle goons on high of a shifting practice, and wrestle killer eels.

This nostalgia journey is much more enjoyable than 2008’s Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull however new director James Mangold’s zippy motion scenes are lacking that Spielberg sparkle.

It begins with a digitally de-aged Ford clashing with Mads Mikkelsen’s Nazi scientist Jurgen Voller in 1944.

After rescuing his English sidekick Basil Shaw (Toby Jones within the Denholm Elliot position), the pair uncover half of the Dial of Destiny, a mysterious system that was cut up into two components by its inventor Archimedes.

We reduce to New York in 1969 to seek out our hero swigging bourbon in his underpants in a grotty New York flat. But a ultimate treasure hunt beckons after a reunion along with his annoying con artist goddaughter, Helena (Phoebe Waller-Bridge).

She desires to get her mitts on the artefact to lift some money – and Mikkelsen’s German boffin (who’s now a US rocket scientist) desires to make use of it to goose-step again into his previous.

This sparks one other spherical of globe-trotting, Nazi punching, and bickering with a mismatched associate.

A romance with the Fleabag star would have been unseemly however her duff ­wisecracks fail to channel the sparky generational comedy that Ford loved with Sean Connery in The Last Crusade.

But not less than Ford’s charisma is firing on all cylinders. Indy might complain of “crumbling vertebrae” however the veteran actor roughly carries this $300m blockbuster on his personal.

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny, Cert 12A, In cinemas now