5.8/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.8/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. How I Play Golf, by Bobby Jones No. 9: 'the Driver' remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Okay, so here's the deal with How I Play Golf, by Bobby Jones No. 9: 'the Driver': if you love golf history, or just get a kick out of old instructional films, this 1931 short is a little gem worth a look. 🏌️♂️ It's absolutely for the golf nerds, the film historians, or anyone curious about how the game looked way back when. If you're hoping for a gripping drama or even just a quick laugh, you'll probably bounce off this pretty hard. This is less a movie and more a time capsule, really.
The film opens with these three guys on a course, and one of them, our man J. Farrell MacDonald, is just having a terrible time with his driver. His buddies are giving him the business, not in a mean way, but you can feel Mac’s frustration. He tries again and again, and the ball just *sails* off in the wrong direction.
The camera really hones in on his frustrated face after a particularly bad shot, almost like it's saying, 'Yeah, we've all been there, pal.'
Mac decides he's had enough and bails on the game for a quick nap in the shade. That's when the magic happens, or rather, the dream. Bobby Jones, looking sharp and serious, materializes to give him a private lesson.
This whole sequence is played completely straight, which makes it feel a little *odd* but also kind of endearing.
Jones breaks down the driver swing, piece by piece. His delivery is super formal, almost like he's reading from a textbook, but his movements are so smooth. You see him gripping the club, shifting his weight, and following through.
It's fascinating to watch, especially how different some of the techniques look compared to modern swings. He really emphasizes the *pivot* and how the club head should 'strike through' the ball. One moment, he just stands there, demonstrating the perfect finish, and the shot holds for what feels like a solid ten seconds. You just know they wanted to make sure you really, truly *saw* it. 👀
What's wild is how much of his advice still holds up, even today. Sure, the gear is ancient, and the clothes are... well, 1930s golf attire, but the core ideas about body rotation and timing? Still relevant.
It's less about flashy moves and more about fundamental physics. Just a master sharing his craft.
Then Mac wakes up, rubs his eyes, and heads straight back to his pals. They're still out there, probably wondering where he went. He grabs his driver, takes a deep breath, and then… *whack*. The ball flies straight and true, just like Jones showed him.
The friends’ reactions are priceless. Their jaws drop, eyes wide. It’s a very simple payoff, but it works. You almost want to clap for Mac. 👏
The whole thing feels like a very earnest attempt to teach something, dressed up in a story that makes it a little more digestible than just a straight lecture. It’s got this charming, no-frills attitude. No fancy editing, no dramatic music. It’s a nice little snapshot of a bygone era, and a reminder that good fundamentals never really go out of style.
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