These days, we’re stuck with “The Leftovers,” an etiolated HBO series by the guy who dragged out “Lost” for however many number of seasons. [...] cometh this thoroughly mystifying reboot of the “Left Behind” movies (called, simply, “Left Behind”), with an alarming bevy of blond beauties and Nicolas Cage at his most somnambulist. The usual problems with message filmmaking tie together the shoelaces of the new “Left Behind”: With so much emphasis on proselytizing, there’s little energy remaining for, you know, characters, plotting, dialogue … pacing … Cage plays a glaze-eyed pilot winging toward an affair with an impossibly hot, blond flight attendant because of his wife’s (Lea Thompson’s) unending evangelizing. Babies disappear on flying planes and parents object, but don’t tear around the aisles screaming or, say, look under the seats. People suddenly reveal themselves behind curtains to have Xanax-calm conversations. Because that happens a lot IRL, OMG.