"Milk and Money": Michael Bergmann

U.S.A.

Thursday, 8:45 p.m.; Saturday, 6 p.m.

Snatches of overheard conversation, party repartee, odd street encounters, adolescent dreams of sexual and windfall success tossed haphazardly into the "Let's make a movie" genre all make "Milk and Money" a mess of a film.

The boring escapades of a "20s nothing" medical school dropout caught up in a preposterous plot that involves his parents, two chance and supposedly mysterious encounters with succulent girls at a chic park corner in Manhattan, one's rich uncle, his herd of cattle ensconced in his New York apartment, and his nubile Ph.D. mistress lead nowhere but to painful and unfulfilled waiting for something worth watching.

A few supposedly cute lines, "He hasn't touched me since he bought his computer," or the engaging, accomplished Peter Boyle as a homeless authority on Texas cattle economics are not relief enough from the tedium of the flabby story and generally mindless performances, direction, and editing.