“Love is complicated.” Besides this being one of the biggest understatements of all time, it also tends to be the underlying premise of virtually every romantic film ever made. But is there really more to it than that?

If love really does encompass all things and make up the greater fabric of our lives, what else is it that makes relationships so difficult at times? Well, if you’re looking for any new or insightful answers to these same old questions, you won’t find them in “Feast of Love.”

Starring Morgan Freeman as narrator and retired professor with plenty of “insight” into the love lives of everyone around him, “Feast of Love” is the kind of film that really makes you think. It’s the kind of movie that really forces you examine your own life in comparison to the stories unfolding on screen. There’s a problem though. By the time that’s over with there’s still another hour and 15 minutes left to digest. And it doesn’t get tastier.

But it’s not that this formula is past its prime or lost its touch in an attempt to reach a broader demographic (because everybody loves love), it’s that it has absolutely nothing to say.

Characters seem to just wander through the story, as if by pure serendipity bumping into one another and immediately falling in love. And while it might make me appear like a cynic to criticize what some may see as the carefree and spontaneous cycle of love, so be it. “Feast of Love” is so intellectually insulting in its vague attempt to create a modern rumination on semi-whimsical Shakespearian love tales (“A Midsummer Night’s Dream”) that the performances of its best actors are hard to even notice.

Even the always great Morgan Freeman and the ever-charming and lovable Greg Kinnear can’t keep this meal from spoiling. Dialogue is unrealistic and nauseating. Character development is scarcely, if ever, even considered, and I can’t remember ever seeing this much full-frontal nudity and graphic sex in a supposed easy-going “popcorn flick.”

With all of this filling your plate, it’s hard to imagine this film being directed by the same Robert Benton who wrote classic films like “Kramer vs. Kramer” and “Bonnie and Clyde.” But even the mighty fall, apparently. And by the time any audience with a pulse for some reason does see this movie, I’ll guarantee two things: It won’t just squash the desire for seconds, it’ll leave a bad taste in their mouths.