In the opening scene of Love Comes Lately, we’re introduced to the overactive imagination of Max Kohn (played effortlessly by Otto Tausig), a once prominent literary writer now reduced to a delusional geriatric burdened by his failing libido.

On a train to Miami the conductor asks Max what type of stories he writes. “Truth stories,” Max replies.

It’s these same “truth stories” that are to serve as the basis of the film, an adaptation of three stories from Nobel Prize-winning author Isaac Bashevis Singer. From there, director Jan Schütte takes several missteps in trying to be faithful to Singer’s erotic imagination.

We’re never fully aware if the writer’s life is reality or an excerpt from his fiction. Did a misguided sexual encounter with a Mexican cleaning woman actually take place? Or is it the beginnings of a new story? Who’s to tell? The audience is never forewarned when the “fictional real world” of Max Kohn has been breached.

Grade: C+

Love Comes Lately is currently in theaters.