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Flavor of the Year Tiffany H. plays the ex-con who gets out, mooches off of an embarrasses her sister (Tika Sumpter) until said sister, Ms. Success, turns out to have been catfished.

“Nobody’s Fool” was the recycled title they went for, “Aw Hell No” might have been on the money.

Whoopi Goldberg brings some Oscar winning “Let me bask in some of that Haddish Heat” to the supporting part as their mother. Missi Pyle is in there, too.

Can funny women funny up a Tyler Perry script into something dazzling? Nov. 2, we’ll find out. 

You could make an argument that Netflix is redefining the teen romantic comedy, right under our noses.

Not so much re-inventing the genre as pushing what’s acceptable within the “TV-14” parameters.

Sex, teen drinking and profanity standards are leaping beyond the theatrical studios and MPAA’s practices.

Netflix hits like “The Kissing Booth” and now “#REALITYHIGH” may not offer much in the way of surprises. But when John Michael Higgins (“Best in Show/Pitch Perfect”), playing the principal at socially-wired/sexually and alcoholically active Vista Valley High sees his picture on the school wall defaced in the opening credits, he sets the tone for what is to follow.

“F— my life,” he mutters. Allll-righty then.

Beer busts, twerking cheerleaders in search of a pole to dance on, colorful frank “polyamorous” speculation, moist underwear, magic marker huffing and all of it making its mark on social media where they kids not only over-share, they basically stalk, harass and judge one-another at the speed of “like” — that’s the new “reality” here.

Our heroine is nice-girl/vet-school bound Dani (Nesta Cooper of “Edge of Seventeen”), or as snarky Miguel (Patrick Davis) puts it, “never-been-d—-d-Dani.”

How efficient of the three credited screenwriters here, combining the Latino punk with the Mean Girl Gay Boy, all in one package.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the kennel, with all the other bitches?”

Dani is a bit of a frump, a senior who never quite got over a cruel summer camp prank in her tweens. The prankster? Evil, accented Alexa (Alicia Sanz). Now Alexa has even more power, a mean girl who posts #REALITYHIGH updates and has a huge social media following.

She’s dating Cameron (Keith Powers), the hunky Olympic-hopeful swimmer Dani has crushed on forever. Cameron’s pals have laid down the law.

“It’s like what Darwin said, ‘Hot people are SUPPOSED to have sex with each other!”

Yup.

Then as Dani shows off her veterinary assistant skills with Cameron’s Pomeranian, Alexa finds a youtube star to date and dumps him. Could love, and a makeover for social leper Dani be in the offing?

Freddie (Jake Borelli), her fellow vet clinic volunteer and would-be DJ, the BFF who pines for her the way she longs for Cameron, sure thinks so. Can he stop this love-that-was-meant-to-be from getting traction?

Can Alexa, mean, shallow and controlling to her core, change?

Will Dani’s much hipper to social media little sister (Leah Rose Randall) point her in the right direction? “Get some LIKES!”

There’s some breathtaking cruelty here, dealt by and aimed at the mean girl. As kind people in the movies, especially predictably lame ones, always default toward forgiveness, will that blow up in Dani’s face? What do YOU think?

The kids gather at Bob’s Big Boy, an “American Graffiti/Happy Days” throwback (Santa Clarita was the filming location), compare cars and pass on advice about the opposite sex in between veggie burgers.

Cameron confers with his bros, who note Dani’s “feelings, thoughts” and stuff that separates her from Alexa.

“Yo, you might have to actually put in some work on this one. ”

Will Dani tumble into the tinsel-trap that could derail the future she has so carefully planned — a scholarship veterinary school, caring for critters and bonding with the boy she adores? It’s always the focused kid who lets everybody down by “having fun.”

“#REALITYHIGH” is intriguing in its deconstruction of the “economy” of social media queens, how they shop and photograph and “like” their way to freebies, peddling their influence to star-struck, pot-smoking horndog peers. Parties with fellow Internet phenomena (Kid Ink) create a bubble universe of fame, acquisitiveness and moral and ethical compromise to acquire what they crave.

Of course, Freddie is the lad who gets left behind. Shades of “Pretty in Pink.”

The cast is accomplished and confident, as you’d expect as these teens range in age from mid-20s to 30 (Ms. Sanz). That also tends to soften the blow of how “adult” the behavior they plunge into and the fashions they sample are. Yeah, they know how to “make a mean White Russian.” Not a stretch.

I liked the depiction of the gauntlet kids walk, just striding into school, as classmates’ camera phones record how they look, what they’re wearing and what the person posting that photo thinks of it, on a sex appeal scale.

The parents here are more sympathetic than is common in this genre — supportive, with solid advice, tuned in to where their kids are going wrong on social media.

I didn’t like much of the rest of what I saw and heard — trite situations, conflicts ripped off from eons of teen romances.

And how did this line, from a kid allegedly college bound, get past “Let’s try another take of that?”

“Sorry, I should never have drived you here.” Seriously?

When the screenwriters are so focused on naming a nerdy prankster on campus after one of their ranks (Broussard), juggling peripheral storylines and the Mexican director is fretting over the next costume change for one and all, stuff is bound to slip through the cracks.

MPAA Rating: TV-14

Cast: Nesta Cooper, Keith Powers, Alicia Sanz, Anne Winters, Jake Borelli, John Michael Higgins

Credits:Directed by Fernando Lebrija, script by Brandon Broussard, Hudson Obayuwana, Jana Savage. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:39

“Ocean’s 8” set an Ocean’s caper comedy record on its opening weekend at the box office. It did this in spite of mixed to barely passable reviews, by and large, and the less than stellar exit-polling rating in the “B” range. “A, A+ or A-” are most often the Cinemascore rule when audiences are rating a film they have chosen to go to because it matches up with their interests, and have then shelled out $14-20 a ticket to reinforce that preconceived opinion.

The film’s second weekend was not a nose-dive, but a still troublesome 53% drop from that opening, below expectations.

And the reason for this push-back, says one of the film’s supporting players, Mindy Kaling, is because “white male movie critics” didn’t get it, or went after it. Or are holding her back. Something along those lines.

With the sea change in criticism in recent years, I wonder if she’s simply not basing her annoyance on an outdated model of movie reviewing. Yeah, there are plenty of white males doing it (Me, for instance). But scan through Metacritic or any other review aggregator and you’ll see a lot more female faces and names, though perhaps not the racial diversity you’d want.

Audiences rejecting the movie on its second weekend had little to do with reviews, but if the reviews broke down on gender lines (as with the female “Ghost Busters”) as she maintains, she may have a point — or half a point. And God help me if I am making her point for her in complaining about her simplistic “shoot the messenger” jibe.

But audiences bailed on “Ghost Busters” for the same reason they’re moving on from “Ocean’s” — it’s a gimmick remake, and not nearly funny enough. The critics who pointed this out were merely stating the obvious.

If anything,  like “Busters,” “Oceans” demonstrates how the few female-centric movies that come along that get a much bigger break, by and large, from the sisters of criticism than they do from the guys.

But there are other issues about the movie that Kaling might want to chew over.

There are so many women in it that she had basically one good scene, two and a half, three and a half scenes total.

And the casting of the women has something else that calls attention to itself. Every woman in it is glammed up and given the most flattering camera coverage possible. Every actress and the character playing her got to load up in Met Gala glamwear (see the photo above).

The central characters are played by Sandra Bullock, Helena Bonham Carter, Cate Blanchett, Anne Hathaway, and all are and have been widely acknowledged great screen beauties of their day.

The women of color in the film? Mindy Kaling, Awkafina and Rihanna. Rihanna, like the Kardashians and Minaj and Cardi B and other skin-flashing/sexy image peddling self-made women who are phenomena in the culture, is altering legacy standards of what’s widely accepted as beauty. Striking, but is RiRi on a par with Halle/Gugu/Kiersey Clemons? You know, gorgeous actresses of color?

Why were these the women the big stars/studio/director chose to cast in supporting roles? If they were going for funniest, Melissa McCarthy, Tiffany H., Wiig and others would have been in the conversation as support. Instead, we get a “funny looking” (look at the way they dress Awkwafina) confused with “funny” rule of thumb. We get check-box diversity casting and of those check-boxes only Rihanna is an Instagram bombshell, and not one of three of them was given much of anything funny to play. The studio merely filled those ethnic check boxes, cast more pedestrian looking women of color in support to be “unthreatening” to the talented, better known and more conventionally beautiful leads.  Who also, by the way, have little funny to say or do.

There’s some questionable deference, some old school Hollywood pandering to ethnic corners of the audience, that’s anything but modern and “empowering.”

So “Ocean’s” strikes me as having a lot more questions Kaling could be asking herself, her agent, et al. Demanding that film criticism operate on some grade-on-the-gender/racial/etc curve, that it pander in a cast-diverse-actresses-but-don’t-threaten-the-leads way, as “Ocean’s 8” plainly did, is the least of them.

Catherine Walker, Cillian Murphy, Andrew Scott and Eva Birthistle star in this Irish melodrama from the writer of “Boy A” and “Intermission.”

John Carroll Lynch, Matt Bomer and Maura Tierney star in this story of loss, grief, compassion and that LGBT neighbor who gives a man who has given up purpose.

It’s set in West Hollywood, kind of ground zero in the world this story presents. Sweeter than “Tangerine,” less challenging perhaps. But a grasp at tolerance in increasingly intolerant times.

“Anything” is still making the rounds of film festivals, at the moment. But with that cast, it’ll land somewhere we can see it.

This is based on the best-selling memoir about “The Disease that Almost Killed Me.”

Oops. Spoiler alert? Moretz, Jenny Slate and Tyler Perry are New York Post colleagues, with Moretz playing Susannah Calahan, whose nightmarish, little known autoimmune illness was the subject of her 2012 book. 

Good cast, probably not a feature with box office potential, so Netflix is a better place for it than say “Lifetime.”

Chinese expat filmmaker Nanfu Wang came to America sometime after stirring up trouble with her documentary “Hooligan Sparrow,” in which she followed an activist trying to get justice for six girls abused by their school principal in a totalitarian state where such things officially do not happen.

So the idea of “freedom” to her is intriguing, intoxicating and malleable. Upon coming here, she stumbles across a handsome young “homeless by choice” blond and decides to follow him on his travels, sampling his lifestyle.

Dylan Olsen is just like anybody else, he insists. “I Am Another You” is a line from a poem he’d written based on what he thinks is a Mayan form of greeting. Wang had the subject of her next movie, a documentary with an open-minded approach to freedom and homelessness, and Olsen, a fresh-faced ex-Mormon of about 20, had given her its title.

“Getting lost is where I’m found,” he preaches, and she wants to taste that.

She shows Dylan how to use her gear so that she can be a part of this personal essay. But as they wander coastal Florida, sleeping in parks, eating from trash cans, charming people on the street, restaurant patrons and bagel bakery employee, conning vacation time share operators (who will pay you to sit through a presentation), “I Am Another You” changes subjects, even though Wang is slow to figure that out.

It is only later that she notices that this extremely affable young man, always cadging smokes, is also always having a drink — beer, wine, whisky, vodka.

She conducts little tests, experiments to see how Dylan charms his way through life without work or purpose beyond “eating, happiness and community,” she hides with her camera and sees him work his magic on strangers without her camera egging them on. People offer him/them rides, meals, take them home to put a roof over their head for the night.

But Wang, and most reviews of “I Am Another You,” miss the obvious — the reason for Olsen’s dazzling “success” at homelessness. Track back to that second paragraph above, “handsome young ‘homeless by choice’ blond.” Strangers are drawn to Dylan for the same reason she was — he’s beautiful, with the teeth and articulation that suggest he had a solid childhood, some education and proper health care. He is a walking advertisement for free-spirit, hoboing as a lark. And in North America, if you’re blond and pretty, the world, even the homeless one, is your oyster.

You don’t even have to be blond. Google “hot homeless guy” and revisit that meme of a few years back.

“I Am Another You” seeks answers, years later, from Dylan’s family, and through his parents and siblings, we and Wang pick up on the substance abuse, the mental illness that his parents might not have been aware of when they indulged his need to “see where the road takes me” impulses.

“I Am Another You,” now streaming on Amazon, is never judgmental, although Dylan gets a tiny taste of that from one (among many) religious stranger. And that’s about his lifestyle. The film never judges him for his drinking, his mooching or his illness and accepts his diagnosis and acceptance of another reality at face value.

Part of the entertainment value here is smirking at the naivete of the filmmaker. Wang confesses to being emboldened by her “sampling” of homelessness, the liberating notion that there are survival skills (sneaking into locked parks to sleep, figuring out which bathrooms will give you time to get wholly cleaned up) which, once acquired, reassure you that you can always survive.

But seriously, don’t try this at home unless home is Florida, Southern California or Hawaii. And don’t even think of it if you don’t have the good looks and confidence that comes with pretty white boy privilege. Because the wrong hair, the wrong skin and bad teeth wipe away the charm and let the desperation show.

MPAA Rating: unrated, alcohol abuse, mental illness, smoking

Cast: Dylan Olsen, Nanfu Wang

Credits: Written, directed and narrated by Nanfu Wang. A FilmRise release.

Running time: 1:20

They are the foot soldiers of the affluent, the safety net of the successful.

They are routinely humiliated, some of them. They are anonymous, have credit for whatever miracles they perform stolen and get no respect at all.

“Set It Up” is another comedy that sends up the rage, hysteria and petty indignities of executive assistants  — lives that are not their own, hours that are ungodly, endless errands, hours spent “on hold,” in lines, wrangling and cajoling.

They should have their own hashtag — “#ourlivesdontmatter.”

They endure the rage, hysteria and humiliation of their bosses, their “betters,” tirades that they pay forward on down the line, berating and begging service sector drones and interns who are not impressed with the punch line to every request/demand that their petulant, bratty imperious bosses insist they pass on.

“I will get fired!”

But that’s just the setting, the milieu, the icing on the cake. This is a romantic comedy, and as rare as it is for the big screen to give us one of those that works, it hurts doubly when one finally comes along, and it’s on Netflix.

Harper (Zoey Deutch) works for dragon lady and Dartmouth snob Kirsten (Lucy Liu) at a sports web start up.

Charlie (Glen Powell) is the put-upon exec assistant to volatile venture capitalist Rick (Taye Diggs). He must have pledged the right fraternity at the right Ivy League school to be standing outside an exclusive club, missing another meal waiting like a peon, putting his girlfriend on hold, for this jerk.

No, you don’t get to go home/go on a date after this long wait. You’re coming back to the office with Rick.

“Should I order you some dinner?”

“Of course not, I just had my damn dinner. Hold my juice. Open the damn door.”

Ten minutes later, “Where’s my dinner?”

That’s how Charlie and Harper “meet cute.” Kirsten and Rick both want food delivered, “or else.” Harper ordered it but has no cash, Charlie followed orders and did NOT order food. They work in the same building, two desperate, exhausted assistants, one deliver guy with two meals.

“This is DEF-CON 5!”

“You know ‘DEF-CON 5 means everything is like, totally safe?”

“You’re a MONSTER!”

His date’s given up, his roomie is a mouthy, salty gay guy (Pete Davidson) who, of course, closed the deal this night — again.

And Harper? Her roommate gets engaged later that night. Life is literally passing both of them by.

“I can’t leave until she leaves.”

“I’m always here. I NEVER leave.”

What they need, what they figure out, aside from the fact that they’re both 28 and have no lives, is that their bosses have no lives. Unless their dream is to become just like them, action must be taken — drastic Cyrano de Bergerac action.

“Cyrano? We are full-on ‘Parent Trapping’ them!”

They know their bosses too well, every phobia, quirk and predilection. They will never know. Charlie won’t hear it. Until Suze his perpetually disappointed model/girlfriend, bails. He’s in.

And without remembering how they met and not knowing the future, they plan their moves.

“We need a MEET CUTE.”

The game is afoot and the plot is hatched, spying, intervening, etc. Enlisting other underlings like the building maintenance man (Titus Burgess of “Kimmy Schmidt”) might help. Or not.

“Set It Up” runs with this sitcom set-up as far as it can, and then some. It gets by on witty banter, crackling-cute leads and not-wholly-overfamiliar NYC locations.

Liu is an old hand at doing “cruel” and self-absorbed. Diggs finds that it’s not a stretch for him, either. He throws an epic tantrum. What is adorable here is the suggestion that this “gotta find her a man/him a woman” conceit strips the rude right off their characters. They play the hell out of both extremes.

“Why are you still talking?”

Deutch, of “Before I Fall” and “Everybody Wants Some,” gives this the spark it needs, and Powell, of “Sand Castle” and Deutch’s  “Everybody Wants Some” co-star, catches that spark and runs with it. This is tetchy, testy chemistry, even if each is dating somebody else now that they finally have free time.

Davidson, of “Saturday Night Live,” lands a couple of laughs, only when he interacts with Deutch. He serves as father-confessor/voice of reason to Charlie. Who has to figure out how important his own “meet cute” could be.

Katie Silberman’s script has a flip, zingy quality at its best. But like any rom-com that works, it takes at least one time-out to reach for the heart. Listen for the “Like because, love despite” speech. Good writing.

These hazing ritual/torment your assistant stories have been around since “Swimming With Sharks” and “The Devil Wears Prada.”

But the romantic twists here, the sharp on-the-same-page cast and sparkling banter — “It’s been so long since I drank, I have the tolerance of a fetus” — lift “Set it Up” beyond the wish-fulfillment fantasy banal, a rom-com real winner.

MPAA Rating: TV-14

Cast: Lucy Liu, Zoey Deutch, Glen Powell, Taye Diggs, Pete Davidson, Titus Burgess

Credits:Directed by Claire Scanlon, script by Katie Silberman. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:45

Gal G posted this on Twitter, giving her fans a peek at the no-longer-WWI-era costume.

“Wonder Woman 1984” opens in Nov. of 2019, and then there are the “Justice League” and other DC appearances, etc.

“Incredibles 2” made it an incredible weekend at the box office, blowing up with a family-friendly $180 million+ take, when all is said and done Sunday night.

Deadline.com, which consistently underestimates the Saturday take of kids/family films, was very close to the mark this weekend after earlier prognostications of $175.

For those who haven’t heard, “Incredibles” is a dazzler and loads of fun, but it may be a downer to at least one corner of the audience. It has some pretty serious strobing effects related to its villain, “ScreenSlaver.” Viewers diagnosed with epilepsy, consider yourselves warned.

“Tag” did a little better than expected Saturday and may be close to $15 million, when the weekend’s done. A PG-13 “Tag” could have cleared $20. Just saying.

“Superfly” is slick and amoral and glossy and damned quotable, but the no-name cast hurt this one and the lack of star sizzle is most keenly felt in the leading man. Might stick around and make its money in future weeks, but it’s earned $8 since opening Wed., and the weekend was a serious bust.

“Won’t You Be My Neighbor” is winning that per-screen race, still on fewer than 100 screens. We’ll see how Mister Rogers does when he’s on 500 or so.

“Gotti,” a kicked-around, supposedly unreleasable John Travolta mob bio-pic, didn’t crack the top ten. I’d better see that Tuesday, as that dog will be gone in a flash.