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The best Hallmark movie in years was snatched up by Netflix.

“Find Me Falling” is a Harry Connick Jr. star vehicle and showcases him as an aged rock star fleeing the downward spiral that comes for most rock stars after they turn 50. So his character runs off and buys a house on Cyprus.

That’s the place, it turns out, where he wrote his biggest hit — “Girl on a Beach.”

Guess who inspired the song? Guess who’s still living there? Guess how a young singer there ingratiates herself into Mr. Get-Away-from-All-That’s life?

And guess what goes on in front of that tiny house that sits on the most scenic cliff face on Cyprus?

The label “Hallmark movie” is shorthand for a screen romance that takes the most predictable turns at the most predictable moments. That’s “Find Me Falling.”

Even the subtext — that near has-been John Allmann has bought a house on a “suicide hotspot” famous all over Cyprus, that he had no idea, that he has to contend with the police chief (Tony Demetriou) and guilt when people jump, so he starts intervening — is just as cute and sweet as can be.

The “Girl on the Beach” we and he discover is now the only doctor (Agni Scott of
Bridget Jones’ Baby” and TV’s “Alexander: The Making of a God”) on that part of Cyprus.

On an island where everybody knows everybody and most are related, Dr. Sia kept her connection to the rocker secret. Among other secrets.

The flirty, sassy young taverna singer Melina (Ali Kumiko Whitney of “The Road Dance” and “Cabin Girl”) may have to get involved if these two former lovers are every going to get back together.

Of course it’s all as cloying and cute as it is predictable.

But Connick plays this rock-fish-out-of-water perfectly, giving most every scene a light air of perplexity and embarassment. Scott makes a good foil, with Whitney, Demetriou, Lea Maleni shining, and a just-colorful-enough cast of bit-players giving the rom-com that “local color” that all but guarantees a spike in Cypriot tourism.

This is Vespa country, with Cypriot variations of classic Greek cuisine, Greco-Mediterranean beaches and tavernas where traditional music is played and getting everybody to sing along with Connick and Whitney is easier than getting them not to.

“Find Me Falling” was never going to pull a muscle from trying too hard. Whitney’s “local” singer sounds Santa Monica born and bred and her lack of accent isn’t credibly explained, for instance.

But writer-director Stelana Kliris had just enough can’t-miss elements, starting with under-filmed Cypress and throwing in crooner/actor Connick, Scott, Whitney and Demetriou as the cop/tour-guide/Cypriot cuisine expert.

“Find Me Falling” never reaches beyond the low hanging fruit. But that turns out to be pretty sweet, if not quite as filling or challenging as you might hope.

Rating: TV-14, smoking, adult situations

Cast: Harry Connick Jr., Agni Scott, Tony Demetriou, Lea Maleni, Clarence Smith and Ali Kumiko Whitney

Credits: Scripted and directed by Stelana Kliris. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:33

Fionn O’Shea plays the young Beckett, with Lisa Dwyer Hogg, Sandrine Bonnaire, Maxine Peake, Bronagh Gallagher and Caroline Boulton cast as some among the many women in his life.

Love the casting of the Irish icon Gabriel Byrne as this Nobel Prize winner in winter.

Aiden Gillen plays the other Irish literary lion, James Joyce, whom the young Beckett once sought a meeting with.

August 9, Magnolia releases this first “fall film,” “Dance First,” think later.

Carla Juri and Takashi Ueno star in this downbeat Bradley Rust romance, about a woman who travels to Tokyo to visit a friend after the death of her husband.

She finds that life goes on, experiencing different worlds within the culture. And maybe a first hint of new love pops up to complicate things.

Aug. 16, “I’ll Be Your Mirror” hits select theaters thank to Strand Releasing.

A Pope dies and the world’s cardinals gather, and “you know how rumors spread.”

About the death, the election and the candidates, one presumes?

The cast includes Sergio Castellitto, Lucian Msamati and Brian F. O’Byrne.

November, this latest film from Edward Burger, the director of the recent Oscar-winning “All Quiet on the Western Front” serves up an awards contender from Focus Features.

The prologue that opens “Twisters” introduces a bunch of characters and kills them off, somewhat dramatically but coldbloodedly.

It takes the film a whole hour to raise the stakes as high a second time, hurling characters into a rodeo and then destroying that rodeo, and much of Stillwater, Oklahoma in the process. But the anonymous victims are, in most scenes, mere effects, in this disaster movie.

Such effects, simulating the vast scope and menace of a tornado and the immersive terror of being trapped in one, have vastly-improved in the 28 years since “Twister,” this film’s inspiration if not its prequel. But as summer popcorn movies go, this one has a hard time finding its heart.

British actress Daisy Edgar-Jones (of TV’s “War of the Worlds”) is Kate, our perky weather sciences student whose notion that tornados can be “tamed” with chemicals is tested in a chase that goes terribly wrong and kills most of her undergrad “team.”

Glen Powell, in his third film of the year (“Anyone But You,” “Hit Man”) steps further into that “New Brad Pitt” spotlight with a grinning, hunky turn as a swaggering, cocky Tyler Owens, all teeth and stubble and hat and catch-phrases that can be summed up on a T-shirt on his Youtube-dramatized chase videos.

“If you feel it, CHASE it!”

Years after college Kate carries survivor’s guilt and works at the National Weather Service, where an old classmate, Javi (Anthony Ramos) tracks her down for a week of using her “instincts” to help his scientist-chasers find promising Oklahoma storms to 3D radar map.

Tyler and his motley Arkansas crew are more thrill-seekers, self-promoters and gut-followers. Spying Kate use a dandelion to test the breeze, Tyler drawls “Sometimes the old ways are better than the new.”

So the new version of tornado chasers vs. “Twisters” sets up a conflict between people of science and attention-grabbing/merchandise-selling Youtube yahoos, and then upends the expectations inherent in that dichotomy. In a deeply divided America where science is under attack by yahoos, with or without Youtube channels, there’s something to be said for forcing people to consider the character and motives of people not like themselves.

But not tying the film’s science “profit” angle to sinister efforts to “privatize” The National Weather Service suggests the picture’s agenda is dumber. And the script lacks the nerve or the depth to worry over that fundamental struggle, or see past “She’s cute and scientific, he’s cowboy cute and reckless.”

Kate’s “new ways” might make the steadily-shifting and climate-change-widening Tornado Alley a little safer for folks. Tyler, who has some meteorology in his background, is content to anchor his ancient Dodge truck in a twister’s path and shoot fireworks into it to make pretty pictures for the TeeVee.

It looks right. Good cast. Is Disney sweating bullets over HBO or Max or HBO Max stealing their “Star Wars” thunder?

No.

This explains that which doesn’t need explaining, but Tim Burton’s got a shot a serious September 6 hit, his first in ages, with this one.

Bringing back Winona and Michael Keaton, parking Jenna Ortega front and center. This looks, sounds and smells like a winner.

Willem Dafoe vs. Michael K? I’m there.

It’s based on a true story, that of Robert Peace, a Newark streets to Yale’s halls success story. Jay Will has the title role.

It’s an August 16 release.

The cop “buddy picture”has been around so long that they many films made from this model run together in the mind.

It’s all one long “Bad Boys” and “Lethal Weapon” high speed “Rush” down “21 Jump Street” where “The Other Guys” can play “Let’s Be Cops.”

And it’s not as if the rest of the world hasn’t taken its shots at the genre. “The Infallibles” is close enough to “The Takedown” to have me wondering, “Wait, is this a sequel without Omar Sy?”

Alas, one thing these two French action comedies have in common is how they borrow all the genre ingredients and somehow can’t make the Soufflé rise.

“Infallibles” has a badass, trigger-happy loner cop from Marseilles who knows her way around town and knows what she’s doing on a Jetski. We meet her foiling an armed robbery in Nice harbor.

Det. Samani (Inès Reg) is as no nonsense as they come, and looks as if she could hold her own in a brawl. And if she’d prefer to be called “Benecherif,” it’d behoove you to oblige.

Det. Hugo Beaumont, played by screenwriter Kevin Debonne, is his own version of a “loose cannon.” But to his fellow Paris cops, his attempts at hot-dogging just make him a perpetual screwup. It’s a good thing he has a highly-placed aunt (Stéphanie Van Vyve), a police prefect who puts him on the toughest case — a family gang, the Bogaerts, whose specialty is robbing armored trucks.

Samani/Benecherif is re-assigned to that case in far-off Paris, with Hugo, because the prefect says she’s looking for “new recruits, new methods.” As Benecherif is “nuts” and insults every collaborator and threatens every person of interest and Hugo is just looking to play hero, we’re not sure how that’ll work out.

Hugo’s marksmanship, physical conditioning and doggedness might serve them well. But he’s got a gift for snatching failure from victory, just as he’s about to snap on the handcuffs.

And the woman who doesn’t want to be called “Samani” has anger issues, “follow the law” issues and Daddy issues –a gangster father (Moussa Maaskri) still in prison, but one who might know the Bogaerts, or at least their “psychotic” patriarch (Philippe Résimont).

Reg, in what might have been her break-out role had the movie been better, brings a nice, real-women-have-curves bravado to Samani. One gets the impression that if this could be made funny, she’s the one who could do it.

Debonne scripted himself a co-starring vehicle, but did it by cutting and pasting lots of plot elements and silly situations from other movies in this long-established genre. He has a hunky swagger that could have paid dividends in a better movie.

They cast good mobsters, with Résimont (“AKA”) and Maaskri (“22 Bullets”) instantly credible as made men with a history.

Veteran director Frédéric Forestier makes us think we’re in for a flashier film than he delivers (a common thread on his resume, apparently) with striking drone shots in the opening chase through Nice.

The players are more than up to the bickering partners banter (in French, with English subtitles), the spirited street chases, brawls and shootouts.

But this picture starts out a stretch and wanders into eye-rolling in a flash. Yes, it’s supposed to be funny and cringy when the cops pull their guns on each other, mid-argument and more than once. No, it isn’t funny the second time. Nor is much of the punchy dialogue.

“Let’s give him the ‘good cop, bad cop’ routine!”

Well, maybe “This is Paris. We don’t play Pétanque here!” lands a bigger laugh in Lyon.

By the sputtering slam-bang finale, even the most devoted genre fan will have reached the “That makes no sense” level of dismay.

Rating: TV-16+ (violence, profanity)

Cast: Inès Reg, Kevin Debonne, Moussa Maaskri, Kévin Azaïs, Vincent Rottiers, Stéphanie Van Vyve and Philippe Résimont

Credits: Directed by Frédéric Forestier, scripted by Kevin Debonne. An MGM release on Amazon.

Running time: 1:39

There are plenty of elements that almost instantly categorize the German comedy “Blame the Game” as a farce.

It’s got a large ensemble, mostly people who know each other, gathering for a group board and card game night. Some take being “game nerds” a lot more seriously than others. A new couple is threatened when the host invites the exes of one of those guests. The ex is a rich, bullying dentist. The host couple is an imbalanced marriage. One character is an on-the-spectrum, blurt-out-every-thought type and another is the last to realize that her lover is not just “on a break” but on a permanent one.

There’s a “hidden” and cute Latina maid who secretly does all the work, a white cockatoo named “Helmut Kohl” that gets loose, a wacky friend summoned to retrieve it, a trigger happy/booby-trap loving neighbor, the games are “fixed” to someone’s advantage and it’ll all come to a head in naked ping pong bout.

The pratfalls and hinjinks kind of write themselves, right?

Not exactly. Pacing counts for everything in a farce, and while this one has a promising bit, here and there, it’s something of a stiff. It never gets on its feet and sprints.

Jan (Dennis Mojen) meets and flirts with Pia (Janina Uhse) at the dog park. She’s a college educated photographer and he’s a high school drop-out bike shop owner. Those differences don’t become an issue until she invites him to game night in the posh suburban mansions in the Grunevald neighborhood.

Jan figures a Youtube tutorial on how to play “Monopoly” is all he needs in a “What could go wrong?” sense. But warnings from his bike shop partner Alex (Edin Hasanovic) that “No one ‘chill’ lives in Grunevald are quickly borne out.

Hostess Karo (Anna Maria Mühe) is unimpressed with his guest’s gift. Upper class fop/nerd Kurt (Maximilian Meyer-Bretschneider) says every quiet embarassing thing out loud and co-host Oliver (Axel Stein) has invited Pia’s boorish ex, who proceeds to give her the full-court-press to try and win her back.

He dominates the games and uses every chance to ridicule under-educated Jan as a “Loser.” Jan, out of his element, can’t seem to do anything right. He’s he’s accidentally let loose Oliver’s beloved cockatoo, stumbled into the fetching au pair/housekeeper (Alfonsina Bencosme) and Jan and hapless cockatoo-hunting friend Alex have met the “crazy” gun-toting neighbor (Bernd Hölscher).

There’s enough going on that you’d think this Marco Petry film (scripted by Claudius Pläging and Andrej Sorin) would spin it into something that gets up a head of steam.

But that never happens. The booby traps are “Three Stooges” vintage, the put-downs aren’t clever and the naked ping pong elicits a grin, but pretty much dies of loneliness. None of the ex regaling one and all about trips he and Pia went on, Oliver setting off a slide show of photos of such trips and the “great sex” they had accounts add up to a single laugh. It’s just mean and provocative.

As the provocations yield only the mildest clapbacks and as the various comic elements stroll, ever so slowly by, you remember that the only way any of these well-worn situations and character types ever delivered laughs was when they pass by in a blur.

No 92 minute film should feel this slow.

Rating: TV-MA, sex, nudity

Cast: Dennis Mojen, Janina Uhse, Anna Maria Mühe, Axel Stein, Taneshia Abt and Edin Hasanovic

Credits: Directed by Marco Petry, scripted by Claudius Pläging and Andrej Sorin. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:32