5/10 - the conclusion to Hallmark Movie and Mysteries' Matchmaker Mysteries trilogy gives you more of the same-fine enough entertainment for one watch, but quite frankly nothing to write home about.

It's the third movie in Hallmark's Matchmaker Mysteries series. There is a series of thefts at the museum and Nick Columba (Bruce Boxleitner) is hired to solve the case. Matchmaker Angie Dove (Danica McKellar) is with her father Nick when they find a dead body. Angie smells poisoning and Nick calls in Kyle Carter (Victor Webster) for the homicide.

I want this to be a father-daughter crime solving team series. This starts with the father-daughter team but it's them stumbling upon a murder. This reminds me of the conspiracy theory that Murder, She Wrote is actually about Jessica Fletcher as a serial killer. How does one stumble upon murders over and over and over again? Paige's cry "Again?" is a fun meta-scream but it doesn't actually solve the problem. Is she going to keep stumbling upon murders for every movie? This is Hallmark stuck with its standard operating procedure and it's losing any potential for original thinking. The father and daughter don't really work together. It would be so much easier for them to team up and solve his old cases.

Angie and Kyle try to build chemistry but still struggles in this movie. They're not really teaming up anyways. In fact, nobody is teaming up with anybody. More often than not, these three are investigating on their own and randomly run into each other. That's this show's common move where the characters keep bumping into each other. If people get paired up, they get an opportunity to build better chemistry. Surely, Angie and Kyle need to build chemistry. Finally, Angie's TV show looks boring. There must be some imaginative way to spice it up. This franchise is relying more and more on the mysteries. The series is working less and less.

A boring, predictable movie, with stiff actors who just can't if their live depended on it. A film full of "Stepford wife" women and their press on dresses.

The same regurgitated music they use in absolutely everything. No originality and nothing real. Women don't. Show up to work in the morning wearing glam make up and evening hair dos.

Acting, or lack thereof and a dreadful script. Not even Bruce Boxleitner can save this stinker.