Roger Greenberg, a failed musician now making a living as a carpenter in New York, returns to Los Angeles to house-sit for his brother. He's stranded there—since he doesn't drive—until his brother's assistant, Florence, comes to his rescue. She's as much a lost soul as he is, and the pair form a significant connection—giving Roger a much-needed reason to be happy.
Horribly boring watch, won't watch again, and can't recommend.
This is just a lot of nothing happening. Part of the movie is literally just a guy house-sitting, there are literally multiple scenes of characters just being bored.
Alternatively it's scenes of a guy having moments of lucidity surrounded by extreme self destruction that doesn't lead anywhere story wise.
Unless this is someone's exercise therapy in getting out a experience they had getting sober, I don't really know for whom this movie is made.