Three barely interconnected satirical stories by writer/director Yorgos Lanthemos comprise the misbegotten anthology Kinds of Kindness (D) with the same ensemble of actors rotating through various roles. This trio of contemporary relationship tales unspools in descending appeal, and just as viewers may be throwing up one’s hands exclaiming, “At least it’s not boring,” it actually gets boring too. Jesse Plemons has the most success with droll characters in the first two acts: one man being manipulated by a wily Willem Dafoe and another being confused by one of Emma Stone’s personas. Story number three drags and does no favors to any of its actors. Throughout the film’s considerable run time, there are plenty of costume sight gags and visual shockers involving some daffy locales, but nothing here yields a compelling theme or takeaway. This is an altogether off-putting endeavor made worse by the fact that its intelligent auteur knows better. This simply feels like unfinished sketches, loosely spotlighting obsessive people in absurd situations without proper backstory or context. With little mystery to unravel or universal truths to extract, the film is often plodding and pointless and certainly values style over substance. And slight spoiler: it doesn’t all really connect by the end either.