Game 6

Salon more or less likes DeLillo's movie.

Michael Hoffman's "Game 6" has been kicking around the indie-film scene for a couple of years now, never quite finding a way into the marketplace. Given its fine cast and the fact that it was written by Don DeLillo, the revered novelist who has never previously scribbled a screenplay (or at least had one produced), you had to figure that meant it stank. Well, guess again. This fable about a middle-aged playwright facing a life crisis, a hostile critic, a series of abortive taxi rides and the infamous -- for Red Sox fans -- sixth game of the 1986 World Series is a modest but agreeable, and often very funny, movie.

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[R J Keefe]

Now, how do we see it?