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6.4/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6.4/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. How I Play Golf, by Bobby Jones No. 1: 'the Putter' remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Look, unless you are a massive golf history nerd or someone who loves dusty 1930s relics, you can probably skip this one. But if you find old black-and-white sports footage oddly soothing, it is a pretty neat ten minutes. 🏌️♂️
It is basically Bobby Jones standing on a green, showing us how to putt. No flashy graphics, no slow-motion replays, just a man and his trusty metal stick.
The camera zooms in on his hands for a really long time. It feels like he is trying to hypnotize us with his thumbs. Very slowly, he explains where each finger goes.
The sound is super scratchy, too. It sounds like someone is frying bacon right next to the microphone the entire time.
I noticed the grass looks incredibly bumpy. Modern golf players would probably cry if they had to play on this lawn; it looks more like my messy backyard than a pro course.
If you are looking for excitement, you won't find it here. You are probably better off watching something like Air Eagles if you want fast thrills and flying stunts.
But there is a strange, quiet charm to this short. Bobby Jones is just so incredibly serious about his stance. **Do not move your wrists**, he warns, and you actually believe him.
It is a tiny slice of history that feels like a time machine. Just don't expect it to actually fix your messy golf game.