“Jules” is a bland comedy about aging and an alien, of little consequence save for its impressive and whimsically-engaged cast.

Oscar winner Ben Kingsley, Emmy winner Jane Curtin and always-amusing Emmy nominee Harriet Sansom Harris take their shot at this twee tale of elderly small-town eccentrics who have a close encounter, and that trio gets everything they can out of it. The trouble is, there isn’t enough to “get.”

Milton, Joyce (Curtin) and Sandy (Harris) are classic “types,” features of many a small town’s active, functioning democracy. They’re” regulars” at tiny Boonton, Pa.’s council meetings, always there to speak up in the public comments after business of government has been transacted.

The council has to sit there and silently endure these aged broken records and their suggestions and complaints, meeting after meeting after meeting.

Sandy has “helpful” projects she’s undertaking that she wants government to be aware of. Joyce is a bit of a “pickleball” obsessed crank. And Milton’s got an endlessly-repeated suggestion for a new crosswalk, and repeatedly passes on his concerns that the town motto, “a great place to call home,” is confusing. “A great place to refer to as ‘home'” would be more to the point.

They’re all in their ’70s, and these meetings are a part of their regular, lonely routine. He’s widowed, estranged from a son who never calls, looked-after by his veterinary nurse daughter ( Zoë Winters of “Succession”) who takes care of his bills and frets over his mental health.

And then there’s a loud noise that wakes him up, and 911 doesn’t want to hear about it.

“A spaceship has crashed in my backyard, and it has crushed my azeleas!”

Damned if he doesn’t bring it up at a council meeting and drop the news on the checkout clerk at his local market. If you have enough “senior moments,” people stop listening to you. So the only people to take him seriously, in concerned (Sandy) and “You make us all look bad” (Joyce) ways, are his contempories.

That 70something brain trust has to figure out what to do with the alien and his or her busted spaceship, its appetitite for apples and its silent obsession with cats.

Screenwriter Gavin Steckler got a few very short-run TV series up and streaming, and here mashes up bits of “Cocoon,” “E.T.,” “Starman” and “A.L.F.” to make a not-at-all-veiled comment on the indignities of growing old. First among them is not being listened to or taken seriously, second might be the loss of control that comes when your child (Winters) insists you see the doctor, who has the effrrontery to give you one of those humiliating congitive tests that Trump was given while in office.

As director Marc Turtletaub has had much better lucky as producer (“The Farewell,” “Little Miss Sunshine”) than director (“Gods Behaving Badly”), that leaves this cast kind of on its own to add laughs and pathos to very thin material.

Despite having Curtin sing “Free Bird,” a career-first for a “Saturday Night Live/Kate & Allie/Third Rock” legend, the only laugh-out-loud bits were the shock-value profanities that pop up when everybody but the unflappable Milton reacts to this unprecedented visitation.

Everything about “Jules” — from complications to the ongoing TV coverage of a National Security Agency search for a “missing weather balloon” — feels pre-digested and been-there/seen-that winded.

But all that aside, the players make “Jules” a perfectly pleasant piece of counter-programming for any fan of its cast or anyone in search of late summer cinematic comfort food.

Rating: PG-13, profanity, a couple of comic expletives

Cast: Ben Kingsley, Jane Curtin, Harriet Sansom Harris and Zoë Winters.

Credits: Directed by Marc Turtletaub, scripted by Gavin Steckler. A Bleecker St. release.

Running time: 1:27