Her fans — and I am definitely one — love Tina Fey from her work on Saturday Night Live and 30 Rock, she’s creative, funny and rarely, if ever, disappoints. Paul Rudd is, we’ve learned, consistently charming. An easy-going leading man who rings a nice touch of reality to his roles. We enjoyed both of them. That is, until Admission came along.

A well-meaning, meandering tale of Portia Nathan (Fey), a Princeton admissions officer, who is called one day by John Pressman (Rudd), and asked to visit his alternative school in Vermont to tell the students about Princeton. So, off she goes, She does that several times, driving from New Jersey into the heart of New England in, seemingly, minutes.

Pressman has a secret agenda, though. He has a student named Jeremiah (Nat Wolff) who he believes is actually Fey’s child, born when she was in college and given for adoption. He’s good Princeton material and Pressman wants him to get in. And, after she meets Jeremiah, so does Portia.

Also showing up at Wallace Shawn and Gloria Reuben as, respectively, Fey’s boss and coworker. Lily Tomlin is Susannah, an 60s hippie chick who had Portia out of wedlock.

Admission, directed by Paul Weitz from a script by Karen Croner and based on the book of the same name by Jean Hanff Korelitz, is mildly amusing and, when it talks about the university, is a good recruiting video for Princeton. But, it is also mostly predictable and, in fact, boring. This last may be due to the fact that Fey and Rudd have flunked one important course — chemistry.

There is zero chemistry between these two romantic leads and, I believe, we expect they will, somehow, click. We should want them to get together. But we don’t and this collapsed soufflé of a movie is proof of that.