After his charming turn in the sweet and surprisingly pleasing Waitress, everyone's favorite go-to-use of the phrase "living legend" Andy Griffith returns in Play the Game, a film that looks about as enjoyable as hearing your grandpa's story about the Vietcong for the thirtieth time over Sunday brunch but it's still sweet and nice to hear about violence and brutality over mimosas and eggs benedict because grandpa is adorable even though he doesn't remember your name anymore and keeps looking at you suspiciously and muttering "bastard" under his breath but it's all good because we all love grandpa.
Either way, it's nice to see the always charming Griffith still getting work along side Doris Roberts and Liz Sheridan (ageism be damned). And maybe you'll finally have something to do with grandpa or grammy other than sitting on the deck and lying about your so-called journalism career.
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