love letter to the patriarchy

I watch about 3-4 films weekly, mostly of the indie, pre-1980, non-Hollywood variety. Rarely do I feel so compelled to complain about a film in writing but this was insulting and offensive on so many levels it's really hard to stomach. It's an amazingly naiive view about aging, being older and single, about being gay or lesbian, about living in Brooklyn and NYC, about fringe culture, etcetera. The only character to be taken somewhat seriously is John. Doris is mostly a fool. She experiences no meaningful transformation although that's what's suggested. The gay men at the dinner party met on Grindr, and look at one another surprised when the question of not experiencing an orgy comes up. The lesbian woman are just typically butch. Brooklyn becomes enraged with jealously because of a posting on John's Facebook page. The trendy photographer drops endless F-bombs, says 'sick' and 'tight.' The teenager is the most skilled and knowledgeable with social media. Everything was so predictable, so presumptuous --even for a parody. Really, I thought this sort of reckless stereotyping was left behind in the 80's. It just results in a really unsatisfying story where a truly meaningful and important story could've happened. Nice job with the DIY Iris Apfel outfits though. That ended up being the only decent take away.