Easy to take but even easier to leave alone, this instant spin-off of Smoke was codirected by that film’s director, Wayne Wang, and its writer, Paul Auster, in less than a week’s time, shortly after the earlier film wrapped. A series of improvs set in and around the same Brooklyn cigar store that’s the center of Smoke, it features a few of the same actors (chiefly Harvey Keitel, who also assumes the role of executive producer) and numerous guest stars. The major drawback here is the clubhouse atmosphere: it seems the actors are having more fun than the audience, though if you aren’t expecting much you might be diverted. Madonna turns up to deliver a singing telegram, Jim Jarmusch ruminates on what he claims is going to be his last cigarette, Lily Tomlin impersonates a street person, Roseanne cusses out her boyfriend, Keith David plays the ghost of Jackie Robinson, Lou Reed chatters about his glasses, John Lurie jams with a couple of percussionists, Michael J. Fox does nothing much at all, and so on. Meanwhile, several Brooklyn residents are interviewed about neighborhood statistics, and Brooklyn goes on being Brooklyn.