By Owen Gleiberman
Updated May 16, 2001 at 04:00 AM EDT

If the title Fast Food Fast Womenstrikes you as clever, as opposed to sounding like a pun dropped by a Catskills nightclub comic in 1972, you might just enjoy Amos Kollek’s drama about a collection of aging New York lonely hearts who roll their eyes in the face of romantic desperation. (They’re oying through their tears.) Kollek is a fringe auteur who makes independent films the old fashioned way: no budget, static camera, a script that telegraphs its tiny, paste gem ironies.

As Bella, a cynical but ”free spirited” coffee shop waitress, Anna Thomson has the look of a damaged Barbie doll and a blasé delivery that’s meant to (barely) camouflage her character’s inner hurt. Victor Argo, with his morose bulldog mug, is touching as a man who becomes infatuated with a peep-show stripper, but this is just one of many story lines that Kollek botches with his chintzy, ”urban fairy tale” sentimentality.