With fewer distractions and the slightest smidgen of wit, the movie might have made an amusing companion to the terrific ''Still Crazy.'' But director, cowriter, and nominal star Donal Lardner Ward (''My Life's in Turnaround'') prefers to indulge in the kind of insipid relationship navel gazing and ludicrously overripe dialogue that's all the rage in vanity indie productions. And just how was the filmmaker able to finagle Ben and Jerry Stiller for not one but two scenes? Stranger still, did the other members of the pedigreed cast (including Amy Brenneman and Robert Loggia) realize they'd be appearing in a film boasting all the production values of '70s porn?

