Decent performances from Greg Kinnear and Morgan Freeman are wasted in Feast of Love, a hokey, schmaltzy exercise in filmmaking from director Robert Benton. This films script calls upon psychic card readers, heart attacks striking people in their 20s, and home-produced porn to tell its depressing story of crazy love in the modern worldand it actually wants to be taken seriously. Freeman plays an ex-college professor mourning the loss of his son and mentoring a coffee-shop owner (Kinnear) in the ways of love. A bunch of character threads are woven together in ways that are implausible and unimaginative. Its a soap opera masquerading as something more important. The only real reason to see this movie is if you are an extreme fan of pretty women naked, because Radha Mitchell isnt shy, for sure. As I recall, Selma Blair gets partially naked as well, so theres an extra bonus for you.