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When I heard The Flash was going to have his own movie, I was psyched. The show totally rocks it! Then I read who would be playing the lead character. Here is a hint as to why my enthusiasm has waned:
Before all of you Ezra Miller fans go postal on my ass, let me say that my disinterest in this film has absolutely nothing to do with Mr. Miller as a person or an actor. He could be one of the nicest guys on the planet, or he could be a total dick. I don’t really know. I haven’t seen his work, so I have no idea what kind of actor he is, either. What I do know is that he isn’t Grant Gustin.
I have watched every episode of this show since the pilot aired last year. During the course of a season plus, I have watched Grant Gustin, much like his character, Barry Allen, grow more and more comfortable in his role. He has done so to the point that as a viewer, I no longer think of the actor playing a character. Grant Gustin is Barry Allen. He is The Flash. Sorry, Ezra. It’s nothing personal.
I’m sure there is a whole lot of bureaucratic blah blah blah behind why Grant wasn’t offered the role. I’m not really a big fan of bureaucratic blah blahs. What I am a fan of is The CW’s version of The Flash. And my devotion to the show isn’t solely tied to Grant’s performance. The whole cast hits the mark week after week. This ensemble works together like a well-oiled machine. I love the way each plays off the other. The relationships are believable, the characters likable. They are fun to watch!
I’m not saying a big-screen version of The Flash can’t deliver those things. However, when you’ve spent nearly two seasons forming attachments to characters, it’s hard to believe that a totally different cast, one in which you have no prior investment, could foster the same type of relationship in nearly two hours.
Until next time …
The Flash airs Tuesdays at 8/7c on The CW.