Henderson's head is usually somewhere else and your attention will be wandering too unless you enjoy sexually whiffy psychotic stuff. Henderson is 45, a once successful actor whose wife claims to have outgrown him. He agrees to be the director of a group called the Theatre of Youth which will remind you more of Encounter than the Method as they read Hamlet and in between he's here and there in the too too solid flesh and fantasy, attracted by a gift called Jeannie and also a boy called Craig whose particular problems (homosexuality, homicide) seem to coincide with his -- sometimes they're inseparable. Henderson's troubles all reduce predictably not to a bang but a primal whimper and we're only too ready to dismiss them -- quickly, quickly.