Entertainment

Nesting

The quippy guy in the ironic T-shirt, the generically hot wife who is both charmed and exasperated by his wacky schemes: “Nesting” is a sitcom, but a really slow and dull one that barely grinds out 22 minutes’ worth of plot to fill a 90-minute hole.

Neil (Todd Grinnell, a wannabe Paul Rudd) is a bored, underemployed ex-hipster in his 30s who has come to feel strangled by the upper-middle class life he shares with his successful magazine-editor wife (Ali Hillis) in Los Angeles. After about half a dozen static scenes’ worth of one-liners about the alleged emptiness of their Restoration Hardware existence, he hits on a big solution: to be cool again.

The couple go driving around until they stumble upon their crumbling former starter apartment in a hipster neighborhood. So they break in and start living there as squatters while pretending to be 22. She goes to work for a community weekly, gets high and engages in wacky movie behavior like wandering onstage during a rock concert. He throws a wild party at the house, “Old School”-style.

The thin banter might work a bit better if the actors were appealing, but this cast of nobodies is unable to sell any of the script’s mild nightclub-comedy observations about middle-aged blahs, or to make any of the high jinks seem colorful.