Liberally borrowing (ahem, homage) themes from "relationship" directors Woody Allen, Henry Jaglom and Nora Ephron, Lovers' Lovers plays exactly the way you'd expect — not necessarily a bad thing in a seemingly endless wake of direct-to-video, terminally unfunny frat boy/beach bunny comedies. With a puppy-dog face and congenial manner, lead man Serge Rodnusky (also tripling as writer/director/editor; and whose various family members produce, photograph and score this flick — shades of Carl Laemmle!) anchors the story as a passive, if horny nebbish, involved in a stale relationship with cute-but-cloying Cindy Parker.

A chance "party" encounter with flighty, uninhibited Jennifer Ciesar (who provides not only the best performance, but also the most gratuitous — and appreciated! — shower-scene nudity) sets the story rolling in the grand tradition of drawing-room farce. Serge's repeated attempts to make it with Jennifer become convoluted as a game of strip-Twister, when Cindy's revealed to be sleeping with Jennifer's ex, Ray Bennet, on the sly. Unbeknownst to each other, both couples wind up sharing the same apartment for a sexual tryst. This charade lasts about as long as a Doberman's tail, and the laughs kick into high gear.

Lovers fires a comical machine-gun barrage at sex vs. love, intellectual posturing, anxiety attacks, narcissism, etc. Most of them find the target, but Rodnusky's shooting nerf bullets with quips aimed at "trendy L.A. lifestyles", which should have gone the way of SkyLab humor. The consistent hot ticket is brunette Jennifer Ciesar, who manages to make the act of eating an innocent chicken drumstick into a seductive tease that could make even Salome blush.