A Netflix series that modernizes an Alan Alda film, a very sexy Apple TV+ series, a Nicolas Cage performance to remember … .

Are all worth watching? We have some thoughts.

Here’s our roundup.

“The Four Seasons” >> If you’re a person of, ahem, a certain age you might remember director/screenwriter and co-star Alan Alda’s breezy dramedy, with the divine Carol Burnett, set around a series of vacations that three couples take together over the years. If you’re thinking “That storyline doesn’t exactly shout out for a remake,” Tina Fey, Lang Fisher and Tracey Wigfield disagree. The trio have teamed on a new “Four Seasons” and the result is a pleasing modern renovation told in eight episodes on Netflix.

The trio bring in an entertaining gay couple (Colman Domingo and Marco Calvani, both stage veterans who punch it up) and opt to play up the challenges that couples confront as they clock more years together. For college sweethearts (Fey and Will Forte) that means their oil-and-vinegar personalities grate on each other all the more so; another couple (Steve Carrel and Kerri Kenney-Silver) faces the fallout of a midlife crisis. But eight episodes is too much for a thin premise like this, and “Four Seasons” sometimes feels as if its overstayed its welcome. Fey’s potshots at Forte become so repetitive, for instance, that you want this couple to just go away already. Still, the veteran cast and Erika Henningsen, as a radiant late arrival to the tightly knit group, often sparkle and an Alda cameo certainly warms the heart. It’s an enjoyable trip even if you happen to be a person of, ahem, a certain age and long for the Burnett and Alda original.

Details >> 2½ stars out of 4; now on Netflix.

“Carême” >> The French aren’t really known for their spicy cuisine, but good lordy have the cooks in the Apple TV+ kitchen concocted one steaming hot dish that’s loosely inspired on the life of 19th-century chef Antonin Carême. Created by Ian Kelly and Davide Serino and based on the book “Cooking for Kings: The Life of Antonin Carême, the First Celebrity Chef,” this eight-parter sizzles like a grade-A steak on the grill and certainly features an extra hot actor, César Award winner Benjamin Voisin. He is tousled-hair dreamy as the titular character, a former pastry chef who satisfies the demanding tummies of historical notables such as Napoleon Bonaparte and Louis XVII. He spends much of his time with Charles-Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord (Jérémie Renier) who takes him on as his chef while cooking up his own political plans. When the father who adopted Carême gets jailed, this upstart chef vows to stop at nothing to try to get him released. When Carême’s not in the kitchen whipping up savory and sweet items (there’s a good deal of food porn), he’s tumbling in and out of beds and even tempting Bonaparte’s very ambitious wife. But wait, there’s much more, including a girlfriend (Lyna Khoudri) who’s secretly meeting up with his nemesis Fouche (Micha Lescot, a superior villain) and an exceptional sous-chef (Alice da Luz) who has the hots for him, too. Most everyone here is beautiful and equipped with a voracious sexual appetite that we see in action. Director Martin Bourboulon (“Les Trois Mousquetaires: D’Artagnan”) takes full advantage of that and keeps things at a high boil. “Carême” is the hottest thing to hit streaming services in a long time, and it’s sinfully fun even as it gets more and more preposterous. Seconds, please!

Details >> 3½ stars; two episodes available now, with one additional episode out every Wednesday through June 11.

“The Surfer”>> Nicolas Cage’s acting career has been an insane roller coaster ride, with highs such as “Leaving Las Vegas,” for which he won an Oscar, and “Pig”; and a larger depository of lows, including “Season of the Witch,” “Ghost Rider” and so on. His has been a reliable presence in straight-to-streaming duds, guaranteeing that at least one performance will be interesting. What a relief then that Cage lands a complicated role that demands he acts instead of overreacts, and that leads to another career high. Be prepared, though, director Lorcan Finnegan’s surreal exploration of toxic masculinity that surfs and turfs on an Australian beach isn’t for all tastes. “The Surfer” is unnerving, sometimes gross, and intent on showing us a beaten-down guy unraveling as he attempts to buy a beachfront property his dad used to own and gain a little respect from his teen son. Every obstacle gets thrown in his path, including a macho but charismatic brute (Julian McMahon) and his stable of bad-boy surfers who belittle, berate and strip him of his masculinity. Screenwriter Thomas Martin blurs the lines between sanity and insanity, and real and imagined, and it makes for a more challenging cerebral experience than we expect from than the average Cage film. Truth is, without its great anchoring performance, “The Surfer” would be a wipeout. Cage does go all in, but remains in control and never fully succumbs to overdone theatrics as in the recent past. It’s a performance that makes his unnamed “surfer” sad, tortured, pathetic, relatable and redeemable. Finnegan deserves props too, for drawing the best out of Cage and McMahon.

Details >> 2½ stars; opens Friday in area theaters.