A new acquaintance picks up on Cora’s Achilles heel right off the bat. Or does he? Is her problem really just “You can’t read the room?”

Strangers and old friends alike cannot help but ask the obvious of singer-songwriter — “What is WRONG with you?”

As Cora makes every conversation antactless cringe, every introduction awkward and every awkward situation more awkward, as she carries herself with greater and greater confidence despite having a singing voice just shy of “unpleasant,” with dippy tunes that might have made the cut for “Phoebe Buffay’s Greatest Hits” on “Friends,” we — like everyone she meets, knows and loves — ponder the same question.

What the hell IS wrong with her?

“Cora Bora” is a laugh-out-loud indie comedy built around the deadpan swagger and musical stylings of Megan Stalter of TV’s “Hacks.”

It’s a tale of “Portlandia” transplanted, briefly, to LA, where Cora has dragged her guitar and her “talent” in search of her big break.

As she sings “What is so important about Portland,” we are puzzled, because she — formerly of Portland’s Maybe Nots — should know. She had her reasons for leaving, and watching her empty out open mike nights and mid-day cafe serenades with her music, “big fish in a small pond situation” isn’t one of those.

She’s in “an open relationship” with her girlfriend back home, which is why she’s always on the make in LA. One hook-up (Thomas Mann) wakes up in the morning, weeping, which tells us how that’s going.

Video calling home to her beloved Justine (Jojo T. Gibbs) just reveals another woman’s underwear, scattered around their house. There’s nothing for it but to go back and see if she can patch things up there. Justine is graduating from grad school, and “that only happens two or three times in a person’s life,” after all. In Portland.

Stalter, dressed-down, plump and proud, carries herself with cockiness about Cora’s allure, not that she’s not above using a fake photo on her Tinder profile.

Cora figuring out Justine has moved on, but not accepting it and never getting the new love Riley’s (Ayden Mayeri) name right doesn’t help. Losing their dog is just more evidence of her dizzy narcissism.

But with Justine, Riley, Cora’s parents (Carrie Armstrong and Darrell Hammond) treating her with kid gloves, and the handsome stranger (Manny Jacinto of “Top Gun: Maverick” and TV’s “The Good Place”) who keeps bumping into her and trying to “help,” we can guess something more than “tone deaf, ill-mannered egomaniac” is going on.

Director Hannah Pearl Utt’s second feature (“Before You Know It” was the first) and “Wonder Valley” screenwriter Rhianon Jones lift their games and are blessed with a cast that can wring every laugh out of the cringey situations and tactless responses, and a star who leans into “amusingly repellent.”

The material and Stalter’s presence in it was good enough to attract Jacinto, Mann, Chelsea Peretti (“Brooklyn Nine-Nine”), Heather Elizabeth Morris of “Glee,” “Saturday Night Live” alum Hammond, and as the most famous face and tattooed body at a Tinder orgy Cora signs up for, Margaret Cho.

They make the laughs land, and when things take a turn towards the sad, Stalter lets us buy into that, even if it is explained-to-the-point-of-overexplained.

You might not want to swipe right on Cora, probably wouldn’t stay for a second drink at any cafe or bar where she’s playing, and might not get past her overbearing bravado on first meeting. But Stalter & Co. make her a funny, infuriating and unpleasantly empathetic figure, “Portland” quirky no matter where you find her.

Rating: unrated, nudity, drug use, sexual situations, profanity

Cast: Megan Stalter, Manny Jacinto, Jojo T. Gibbs, Ayden Mayeri, Thomas Mann, Chelsea Peretti, Darrell Hammond and Margaret Cho

Credits: Directed by Hannah Pearl Utt, scripted by Rhianon Jones. A Brainstorm Media release.

Running time: 1:31