“Mea Culpa” is the most over-the-top, lurid and hyper-sexualized soap opera Tyler Perry has ever served up.

Sure, it’s a thriller, and by the pull-out-all-the-stops finale, it acts like it. But soapy, turgid trash is one of the guy’s brands — when he isn’t playing Madea. And this eye-roller is on-brand, first scene to last.

It’s another tale set amid African American affluence, this time in Chicago. The cast is populated by beautiful people in beautiful clothes in striking, upscale settings, another Perry trademark.

And it’s got laughably clear-cut villains, ludicrous situations and a season’s worth of daytime TV soap “twists” that have to be seen to be believed. But “seeing” doesn’t really help.

Singer/actress Kelly Rowland (“Think Like a Man”) stars as Mea Harper, an in-demand Chicago criminal defense attorney pursued by an artist (Trevante Rhodes of “Moonlight” and “Bird Box”) accused of killing his girlfriend and splattering her blood and skull fragmants all over a painting.

Zyair Malloy has a James Harden beard and a 50cent menace about him. He’s smooth, a womanizer and one “arrogant mutha” shut your mouth.

Could he be guilty? He’s too touchy to answer tough questions, too picky about where he lets her intereview him, as if the court will let him testify from his artist’s loft and sex den. And he’s too intent on bedding Mea to take all of this seriously.

Mea’s tempted because her loser husband (Sean Sagar) has substance-abused himself out of a career, cheated with another woman and found a new addiction — online video games.

The ADA prosecuting the case (Nick Sagar) is husband Kal’s brother. And their tyrannical, sickly mother (Kerry O’Malley) “forbids” Mea from taking the case. ADA Ray is running for higher office. That’s the play. When ADA Ray joins Mom in “I FORBID it” that just seals the deal. Defiant Mea is on-board and all-in for the defense, no “culpas” about it.

Perry makes Mea laughably passive for a high powered attorney. He scripts some odd scenes in which Mea allows her trusty, all-seeing/all-knowing private eye (RonReaco Lee) to do the name-calling and harsh questioning, and plunges Mea into a covered-in-paint sexual dalliance after her “arrogant” client lets her watch him getting felatio from a compliant neighbor.

Quite the turn on. As I said, “Lurid.” Some will take guilty pleasure out of watching that. The dears.

Perry’s made good films, but they’ve been quite scarce ever since his attempt to turn that iconic stage play “For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf” into a hit movie. Everything he makes without Madea in it is an attempted soap opera, with slack, uneven pacing, “you won’t believe this” plot points and cartoonishly-broad villains.

The title — “Mea Culpa” — is one “tell” this tale wears a tad too proudly. There was a stretch in African American cinema when bad pun titles were all the rage — “Jason’s Lyric,” “Poetic Justice,” “A Lowdown Dirty Shame” all played on characters’ names punned into the title. Perry, of “House of Payne,” “Ruthless” and “A Fall from Grace,” never outgrew that clumsy crutch.

Rating: R, violence, explicit sex, nudity, profanity

Cast: Kelly Rowland, Trevante Rhodes, Sean Sagar, Nick Sagar, RonReaco Lee and Kerry O’Malley

Credits: Scripted and directed by Tyler Perry. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:58