Cherot (who also wrote and directed the film) plays sensitive hunk and struggling writer Lee Plenty, who is comically deterred from his first-person chronicles when he falls into a weekend feeding-frenzy of females (two sisters and a houseguest, played by Maxwell, Jones, and Lee). That’s about all that happens, but Cherot has a knack for packing a screen with interestingly revealing close-ups, and his screenplay has given the actors riffs of dialogue that pay off in a circuitous, Woody Allen sort of way.

The characters are middle-class and well-educated. Plenty is penniless, but his poverty is treated, rather awkwardly, as joke material. Indeed, the film’s most significant fault is that, in its eagerness to establish the social credentials of its milieu, it scores some fairly low laughs off homelessness and deprivation.