In most cases--and with all due respect to the reviews published in these pages---I prefer not to read movie reviews before I see a film. I like to make up my own mind and as strong-willed as I think I am, I can occasionally be swayed by a line or two. But, in regard to Play the Game, I'd like to personally thank Roger Ebert and the Village Voice's Aaron Hillis for preparing me for Marc Fienberg's Viagra-laden look at romance in a retirement home. Wait, no, that's sugar-coating. I'd like to thank them for warning me that while the dude from Battlestar Galactica teaches the ways of the dating world to his widowed grandpa (Andy Griffith), grandpa (once again, let me say, Andy Griffith) will be banging and getting blown by the likes of Liz Sheridan (yes, Helen Seinfeld) and others. But the apple of his eye is really Doris Roberts (everybody does not love Raymond, but they love his mom). Take a few moments to let that all sink in. Now, don't get me wrong, I've got no problem with senior romance, but I'm just not sure I'm ready to see familiar ol' Andy get a beejer. Though, I suppose if I were, I'd go see Play the Game at The Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth, as part of the Magnolia at the Modern series. Screenings are at 5 p.m. Saturday and 2 and 4 p.m. Sunday. There is no screening Friday. Admission is $8.50, or $6.50 for members. Visit themodern.org/magnolia.html.
Jan. 2-3, 2010