6.4/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.4/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. How to Break 90 #1: The Grip remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you play golf, sure. If you’re looking for a plot, look elsewhere. Bobby Jones isn’t here to entertain you with a story; he’s here to fix that ugly slice you’ve been nursing all summer. Anyone who hates instruction or just wants to watch a movie for fun is going to be checking their watch within thirty seconds.
The whole thing feels like a dusty instructional pamphlet that somehow gained sentience and crawled onto the screen. Jones is calm, collected, and talks about the grip like it’s a religious experience. Honestly, the way he holds that club? It makes my own hands feel like they’re made of wood.
It’s a bit jarring how quickly he jumps into the technical stuff. There's no fluff. Just a man, a club, and a very serious approach to finger placement. You can tell he’s not an actor, and that’s why it actually works. He’s just a guy who knows his stuff.
There is this one moment where the camera lingers on his knuckles—it’s weirdly hypnotic. You start questioning every time you’ve picked up a seven-iron in your life. Did I hold it too loose? Too tight? Probably both.
It’s definitely not as dramatic as The Desert's Toll or as visually chaotic as The Rocket Bus. It’s small. It’s quiet. It’s just a guy in a sweater vest telling you that you’re doing it wrong.
I wouldn't call this a 'movie' in the traditional sense. It’s more of a reminder that fundamentals are boring but necessary. If you’re trying to break 90, maybe just listen to the guy. He’s got the credentials.
Anyway, I tried the grip he suggested in the backyard after watching. Still sliced the ball into the neighbor's hedge. 🏌️♂️ Maybe I need the next lesson in the series.