Anya Taylor-Joy spends most of her new series “Lucky” captured in lusty, loving close-ups.

Attired, dyed, made-up, eyebrowed and false eyelashed to something akin to feminine perfection, we are left with no doubts as to where her series creator (Jonathan Tropper) figures the money is.

Heck, she spends one entire episode in a form-fitting, undergarment-lacking “Cancer Sux” pink belly-baring T-shirt, as if we’re missing the point.

Sure, she’s supposed to be a broke daughter of a convict, married to the son (Drew Starkey) of another convict. But they have come into money, so maybe the sequined minidress makes sense, at least in that first episode.

“Lucky” is a slick, shallow, post-heist thriller in seven episodes, all surface gloss — chases, costume changes, flashbacks, heated arguments and drunken nights in California beach houses and a Vegas hotel.

Based on a novel by Marissa Stapley, this repetitive, meandering and sometimes plodding pursuit loses few chances to suggest “They could’ve covered this in a 90 minute movie.” But as that really only becomes an issue in the fourth episode, where things come to a cliched head and it all goes to pot in recycled “I did what I HAD to do” speeches and such, “Lucky” is worth a little of your “beach read” summer season TV streaming time.

ATJ has the title role, a redhead wronged by her loving husband Cary, who drugs her and leaves her to take the fall in a Vegas casino which is to be the jumping off point to their new life. A getaway to Dominica is in the offing.

Seeing as how they’ve stolen $10 million in mob money — some biodiesel skimming scheme (LOL) — this seems a tad stupid.

But whatever we don’t know about Cary, we can guess Lucky, at least, is no idiot.

A breathless, steal a hoodie/steal a hat sprint through the casino eludes scores of agents and cops led by the FBI’s Rand (Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor) and we’re off.

Lucky will be nabbed by her beloved’s ex-con mother (Annette Bening, properly acrid) and her right-hand-hit-man (Clifton Collins, Jr., chilling), stuffed in car trunks, trapped in wrecks — often of her own creation — as she’s chased by the mob and the Federal mob in a long getaway tale where a character can shrug “America’s kind-of over, anyway” and we know what they mean.

Lucky turns on her “I don’t feel safe” beautiful and imperiled act for strangers who sneak her out of jams, take her in or let her go.

The series is well cast, with Timothy Olyphant playing Lucky’s imprisoned dad and William Fichtner as the boss of biodiesel scamming bosses, and it holds together well enough to keep us interested, even though the foreshadowing is obvious (“You kept your dad’s lighter?”). the flashbacks gratuitous and the costume changes contractually obligated.

Taylor-Joy is enough of an alluring presence that we don’t so much miss the fact that the character’s cunning and modes of speech and style of makeup and dress don’t really fit her class or place in life as just let it slide until we see what she’s wearing in the next sequence.

But our star is on a bit of a “run,” now. And not a good one. The least interesting “Mad Max” (“Furiosa”), “The Gorge,” “Sacrifice,” it’s not like she’s being challenged by the roles she’s taking and it’s not like any of them move the needle on her career.

Pray for her agent, and give “Lucky” a try. But don’t be surprised if you check out of it after a few episodes, or if she changes agents.

Rating: TV-MA, violence, profanity

Cast: Anya Taylor-Joy, Annette Bening,
Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor, Drew Starkey, Timothy Olyphant, Clifton Collins, Jr., William Fichtner

Credits: Created by Jonathon Tropper, based on a novel by Marissa Stapley. An Apple TV+ release.

Running time: Seven episodes @:40-54 minutes each