If a catchy, memorable and/or weirdly evocative title made a film, then surely Nipples & Palm Trees would be among the year’s best releases. Unfortunately, there’s plenty of color and sizzle but precious little of substance in this unenlightening tale of a down-and-out Los Angeles artist and his fitful relationship with his muse. The script for Nipples & Palm Trees smacks of Eric Schaeffer-dom, which is to say that it’s centered around an angsty, capital-a artistic protagonist, and created seemingly with the prime objective of giving the creator (in this case writer-actor Matt James) the chance to roll around naked with lots of ladies. Here, the nonsensical fantasy constructs include dinner-party gang-bangs and busty women who offer up joints and handjobs to strangers within five minutes of meeting them. Energetically shot enough to qualify as a travelogue curio for hardcore indie fans in search of another City-of-Angels valentine, there’s otherwise little to recommend this low-budget misfire. Nipples & Palm Trees plays July 13-19 at the Laemmle NoHo 7; for the full, original review, from ShockYa, click here. (Cinema Epoch/Jackson County Films, R, 90 minutes)