This is perhaps the worst indie ever made. Fortunately, I didn't pay to see it. It's on my local NYC PBS station right now. I would email them about their lack of critical judgment if their website was actually working. It's blank. Maybe they are justifiably embarrassed.
Two very unattractive young but balding guys are roommates in an actual industrial loft building that has been expensively turned into lofts with designer kitchen appliances. The space above them has a young woman with a 20 thousand dollar grand piano she pretends to play and a $300 KitchenAid mixer. Maybe they all have trust funds.
A new woman roommate quirkily moves in with all her stuff in a quirky red wagon. She is a pretend singer songwriter and pretend pianist. And she quirkily writes fiction or something in the park where she met one of the unattractive guys, whose friend brings him ice cream with a plastic spoon inexplicably stuck to a pen, which the quirky red wagon girl happens to say she needs, even though she is already writing with another pen. The ice cream guy with a horrible beard also brought a quirky bicycle built for two. The roommate gives away his pen/spoon, even though there is no way for him to eat his ice cream cup except letting it melt and drinking it or something. They inexplicably ride across the grass while with the ice cream cups in their hands instead of eating it first. Maybe they had to wait for it to melt. (This is only the first couple of scenes, so I'm not giving much away.)
The dialog is terrible. Everything is contrived, or just doesn't really make sense, or both. The acting is mediocre. There's lots of singer songwriter music.
Digital filmmaking made this possible. No one would spend the money to film this when you had to buy actual film, unless the filmmaker had a trust fund too.
