Genial film tells an unlikely yet true story
In 1976 a Barrow in Furness crane operator called Maurice
Flitcroft managed to enter the British Open golf tournament despite not being a
professional golfer. In fact, he’d never even played a proper round of golf
before. His eventual score became the worst ever recorded in the competition yet
made him one of those underdogs that become popular because they try, a sort of
Eddie the Eagle of the green. In this genial and often funny account his story
is now immortalised by screenwriter Simon Farnaby and director Craig Roberts. The
result is an enjoyable tale of optimism, determination and being a bit sneaky!
Mark Rylance brings his considerable acting powers to
bear on a role that requires a stoic down to earth Northern demeanour. For Maurice
dreams are simply things yet to be achieved –“practice is the road to perfection”
he declares. He hits upon the golf
wheeze one night after learning of impending redundancies at work. In one of
several surrealistic sequences which Craig Roberts adds to give the movie some
cinematic breadth Maurice imagines himself climbing a green staircase and sees the Moon as a golf ball. His attempts to
play at a local club are derailed by the petty bureaucracy that runs the sport
yet he practices in the most unlikely places. His entry to the prestigious
event comes by happenstance yet once
there he starts to gain the crowd’s support despite his appalling scores.
Mark Rylance is excellent, remaining mostly poker faced
yet showing how Maurice really believes in himself whatever is happening. His
deadpan approach allows other characters’ reactions to become the comedic
points and there’s plenty of that. Matters take on a more farcical approach
when after being banned he re-enters a couple of years later disguised as a
Frenchman which goes even worse. He ends up entering under a further three aliases
over the years, one of which is Arnold Palmtree!. His disguises are ridiculous
but meant to be and because Rylance takes it very seriously it’s amusing to watch
especially a sequence where his caddy continually forgets he’s supposed to be French.
The film is well embedded in its’ Seventies timeframe
with authentic looking tv coverage utilised to give a sense of the time while
interiors are suitably shabby to contrast with the colourful moments of the
dream scenes. The pace is brisk with the use of training montages delightfully
low rent compared to those you see on American films.
Maurice’s family support him though his stepson Michael is
pulled between family and job which provides the (slightly) more serious dramatic sub
plot of the movie. Sally Hawkins is Maurice’s wife Jean whose character is
given more to do than is often the case \with such characters and has her best scenes nearer the end.
There also strong support from the amusing Christian and Jonas Lees as Maurice’s
disco dancing twin sons and Jake Davies who finds a believable truth in
Michael’s conflicting priorities.
There’s a cultural line drawn later in the film when Maurice
finds himself and his family whisked over the United States where some golfing
fans have formed a club in his honour. Whereas in the UK golfing establishments
look down on the “world’s worst golfer” over there they celebrate it. It’s
something of the opposite to the way things normally work but provides a good
climax to the story as Maurice’s pie in the sky promises made to Jean on the
day he proposed all those years ago are delivered in his homespun manner.
The film’s intention to remain true to the real life
story means that it lacks a stronger antagonist relying on the snobbish golf hierarchy
whose reactions are class based. Rhys
Ifans' Keith Mackenzie personifies this attitude but the character is whittled
away slightly unsatisfactorily as matters progress. I felt at times more could
have been made of Michael’s conflicting loyalties; while this does provide the
film’s biggest dramatic scene it has been skated over perfunctorily till then.
Also the film never quite nails down why golf in particular
becomes such an obsession for Maurice despite Roberts’ bravado fantasy moment.
You wonder if something else had been on television whether the
real life Maurice would have pursued that? I looked up his story and he’s
quoted as saying that he did it “to achieve fame and fortune” which makes him
sound a bit more calculated than the portrait the film offers. However James Flitcroft
has said that he finds the film a realistic portrayal of his father.
The Phantom of the Open uses many of the tricks of the sporting hero movie yet
turns it round so that though Maurice never wins anything by the end it
feels like a victory. Such shenanigans could never happen now in a world where
there are probably dedicated golf channels that would expose fake entrants even
before anyone got a look at their bad wig! This is definitely a film which swings
more towards the optimistic than the pessimistic which seems to be a reflection
of the man himself.
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