‘Poison Rose’ review: John Travolta’s latest withers on the vine

John Travolta tries out a Texas twang in 𒅌this predictable noir from director George Gallo, best known as writer of 1988’s terrific “Midnight Run.”

But that was a long time ago, and he didn’t ꧙write t🔯his (that would be first-timer Richard Salvatore, producer of a long list of B-level mob movies).

Travolta is Carson Philips, a rundown Los Angeles detective in the ’70s summoned to his hometown of Galveston, Texas, by — what else? — ꧅a dame with a sad 🔯story that leads to other unsavory mysteries.

Travolta’s better here than he has been in other recent outings (cough, “Gotti,” cough) and the rest of the cast is solid, with Fa𒁏mke Janssen as Philips’ sad-eyed ex-wife, Morgan Freeman as the local kingpin 🌼and especially Brendan Fraser as an affected, pill-popping doctor.

But “The Poison Rose” doesn’t aspire to transcend any clichés, and judging from the fl🐎agging energy level𒊎 of the actors, everyone involved knows it.