Modern Lovers features two hipster couples, one lesbian and one heterosexual, friends since college. They live in a hipster Brooklyn neighborhood and their (only) teenage children have fallen in love, to their dismay (it’s not entirely clear why this is causing so much dismay). Cue in the kale and the yoga and all the other hipster accoutrements.
In addition to the children problem, the lone husband has yet to find himself (poor dear, he has a solid trust fund that has prevented him from going out to work) and a film about a long-lost partner in their college band is reviving uncomfortable memories. O, the travails of hipster life. I attained zero compassion for any of the characters.