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In the documentary Uncle Frank’s most topical moment, Frank Pour, the octogenarian title character, and his wife, Tillie, reveal that their combined monthly pension totals $158.50. But the rest of this slice-of-life tale about the (mostly) self-taught keyboardist who plays free concerts at nursing homes near his Rome, N.Y., home is a more timeless look at life and old age. Frank’s a great subject: He drives 16 miles round trip each Tuesday to save a nickel per gallon of gas, he’s quick with a rejoinder when offered pot at Woodstock ’99 (which he attends to see Willie Nelson), and he invokes the eating habits of the snapping turtle in his small talk. But the film is also nicely constructed—director Matthew Ginsburg (Frank’s great-nephew) shows rainbows making their way across the Pours’ modest living-room wall, uses crisp editing to liven up scenes of bingo games and parades, and includes close-ups of nursing-home footwear. Like Uncle Frank, Uncle Frank will age well. The film screens Friday, Oct. 4, and tonight at 8 p.m. at the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden’s Ring Auditorium, 7th and Independence Avenue SW. Free. (202) 357-2700. (Joe Dempsey)