Set against the backdrop of a golf tournament in 1930’s Georgia, this is the classic joumey of a hero (Damon) who falls into darkness through some disconnect with his soul, and then of his coming back into the light with the help of a spiritual guide (Smith). (DreamWorks)
It handles a sports movie the way Billie Holiday handled a trashy song, by finding the love and pain beneath the story.
Despite some engaging performances and good scenes, it’s by far the least original, and least accomplished, of the six Redford-directed films.
As entertaining, charming and conceited as other Robert Redford joints, but it’s also insufferably obvious.
A pleasant myth.
A lightweight, modestly engaging yarn sporting reductive mystical and philosophical elements that are both valid and borderline silly.
Without full-bodied characters to play, Smith and Damon are left to get by on their native charm — something both have in considerable quantity, thankfully.
Not only is it excruciatingly boring — but its central premises are so banal and dubious as to border on offensiveness.