Jesus Christ, a guy wins a few oscars and suddenly they are PAYING him and giving him a film crew to follow him around on his golf vacation.OK. Let me just say. Golf. NOT entertaining. Ever. For example. I love Johnny Carson. I will never find watching him play golf entertaining. Even if he is recicting his funniest material ever while fucking a dead whore on the moon while he saves the world and comes to term with his blossoming womanhood.
I realize that maybe you like golf, so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and tell you a lil bit about this flick: Dances with wolves stars in this romatic comedy about a washed-up golf pro who is jealous of his rival's hot new girlfriend, so he decides to take the guy's title. Testosterone + golf. What? What? Anyways, he eventually bangs Rene Russo with a little help of wither Cheech or Chong. I forget which.
In all honesty the acting, directing and editing as well as the writing are all fine. but I hate Kevin Costner's smug face and Rene Russo could do better than him. She carries most of the comedy here...even Cheech refuses to help her. So that aspect falls through for me. Because not only does testosterone + golf not work, comedy + golf works even less.I'm a girl. I'm an anti-sports girl. I doubt I was their target audience anyways. 2 sporks.