I have mixed feelings about this one. This appears to be just another East Coast neurosis flick where the pathetic urbanite is cured by seeing the "real life" out in the sticks. In addition, the presence of Matthew Broderick, and his very limited ability to deliver a line, doesn't help matters. On the other hand, I do like the premise of said pathetic urbanite joining with his Alzheimer's impaired uncle to venture to a collectibles convention to sell a rare baseball card. Simple plots like this can be very successful - then again, movies starring Matthew Broderick aren't. One can hope Virginia Madsen, Alan Alda and Dylan Baker in the supporting roles can give enough charm to the piece to overwhelm Broderick's flat performance style.