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The Golf Specialist |
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Director: Monte Brice
RKO, 1930 |
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| 21 minutes | June 2008 | ||||||||||
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We only have two basic sequences in the film: some hijinks in a Palm Beach hotel lobby (not in the Follies), and a lesson on its golf course. W. C. Fields as J. Effingham Bellweather has a colorful past, but here he seizes the opportunity to teach the basics of golf to the hotel flirt, accompanied by a monumentally distracting caddy. What were interpersonal confusion and missed connections in the lobby are recapitulated as golfer's confusion and misses on the links, Fields doggedly attempting to both teach and play through. An exercise for the viewer, best attempted on a re-viewing: see if you can count how many times Fields hits a golf ball. The Golf Specialist is simply and classically funny on the swing and on the follow-through.
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© 2008 Robert Wilfred Franson |
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