Because they switch intermittently from Super 8 to HD and from black-and-white to color, and because one character has a satyr's face and pours red wine on his naked lover, the 17 vignettes in Dara Friedman's film Play are eerie. Each features a different couple. Agam, braless in a white T-shirt, tells Juan, in only boxers, about how her mother kept her on a 1.5-meter-long leash. Juan thinks that's actually a lot of freedom. Ashish and Kimberly practice embraces in a dimly lit cabin. It's as if the scenes are building up to or taking a break from something scary, which can sometimes make the film, screening in Kayne Griffin Corcoran's back gallery, seem too absorbed in its own significance. But mostly, the couples are awkward, eccentric or charming enough to engross you. 1201 S. La Brea Ave., Mid-City; through March 8. (310) 586-6886,

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