This was a big production with lots of big names and flashy scenes, but it still failed to score with me. No problem with the performances and most of the dialogue was interesting, but I could find no sympathy for the loser golfer with the winning smile and personality who was at heart just another self made casualty of life. He just plain aggravated me with his silly, self flagellating nonsense. What a wormy moron, and he gets the girl[which, considering the standard female attitude toward dips like him, was no surprise either].
Review of Tin Cup
