Christopher Munch’s film has a sleepy-time feel about it — fuzzy, scattered, cozy, melancholy — that charms at first but grows cloying as the film drifts off into random platitudes. Fiftysomething Frances (Jacqueline Bisset) has had a free-spirited life that she now must contemplate, assisted by Bach on the soundtrack, after being diagnosed with cancer. She visits an old flame, Bob (Seymour Cassel), whom she hasn’t seen in the 30 years since he married Betty (Peggy Gormley). The sparks still fly, but Frances heads home to San Francisco to undergo chemotherapy and miscommunicate with her obnoxious, invalid mother and kohl-eyed photographer son (Nick Stahl).

Meanwhile, hot-shot Manhattan attorney Rebecca Ann Kauffman (Martha Plimpton) is, as Jimmy Dupree (Frankie R. Faison) puts it, undergoing a "midlife crisis 15 years too soon." Jimmy is the manager of a Florida radio station the sale of which Rebecca is orchestrating, and as he moons about "The Sleepy Time Gal," the late-night DJ with whom he had an affair in the ’50s, he and Rebecca snuggle up themselves for a one-night stand. How these disparate tales and others nestle together emerges with a leisurely lack of suspense. Munch excels at spotting abrupt and precise details of behavior and relationships, needed jolts of clarity in what is otherwise a bit of a snooze. (94 minutes)