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If you're an avid linkster, you may be intrigued, but if you hate or are simply bored to tears by golf, chances are you will be miserable sitting through approximately two hours of a movie all about the "good walk spoiled," especially with Jim Caviezel (The Passion of the Christ) earnestly attempting to wring something nuanced and compelling out of the true-to-life story of Bobby Jones. Imagine if Tiger Woods played only as an amateur, never cashed a check, and never endorsed a product for cash. That's the story--Jones played golf in all the big contests from 1923 to 1930 and won big but never took a dime. Jeremy Northam (Gosford Park) kept our eyes from full naptime position as snappy saturnalian pro golfer Walter Hagen, the little kid who played the sickly young Bobby (Devon Gearhart) tugged at our heartstrings, the period clothes and cars were interesting, and the golf-course scenery was lovely, but ultimately we're rolling our eyes every time Caviezel's character is shown suffering physical pain, and hoping this guy will be able to find work in the future.

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