Between this and “Pet Sematary,” we’re getting a mini-John Lithgow Renaissance.

Blythe Danner always works.

A semi-crank survivalist, no doubt stocked up with Glenn Beck bullion, meets a woman broken by the past — grief. Looks lovely. But as “The Tomorrow Man” is slated for May 22 release, the height of summer blockbuster season, and Bleecker Street (most incompetent movie studio marketing), nobody will see it.