Directed by Tyler Perry. Starring Nia Long, Amy Smart, and Terry Crews. Rated PG.

I’m getting tired of slamming Tyler Perry every few months. So let’s start off with something moderately positive. Whatever you think of Perry’s work, he’s certainly productive. In fact, the man churns out product like the cinematic equivalent of fast food. You barely have enough time to digest his last movie-burger before the next one slides down the assembly line.

There are usually two options on the menu: half-baked, moralistic slapstick (anything featuring his Madea character) or hot and greasy soap opera. Both scenarios have left me feeling cranky, bloated, and ripped off.

This time around, we get The Single Moms Club, with a feel-good premise so tepidly familiar that I can’t even work up enough emotion to feel cheated. As director, writer, producer, and costar, Perry serves up the story of five single mothers who share their mutual troubles over midpriced Chardonnay. In the process of complaining about their ungrateful kids or useless exes, they become instant friends.

How do we know this? Because all five women keep telling us. Every second line is some variation of how great it feels to finally get some support. The characters are stock variations of people seen regularly on mainstream TV. Not surprisingly; most of the cast are veterans of marginally funny sitcoms, including Nia Long (The Cleveland Show), Wendy McLendon-Covey (The Goldbergs), and Terry Crews (Brooklyn Nine-Nine).

Everyone does the best they can with an agonizingly stale concept. But it left me wishing that Perry would buy his own cable specialty channel and leave the rest of us alone.