The greatest game ever Played

...watched this film today. A Disney production and a decent effort though nothing overtly excellent about it. A film about golf and the aura of gentleman ship about it, it extends itself in due course to English oppression and the rise/victory of the oppressed. the bollywood attuned audience may easily detect a Lagaan feel in it though this one is definitely less dramatic!! thethen English society finds a decent portrayal. A lovely snatch of conversation, which shows the wry English humour (or sarcasm!) runs thus -

Ted Ray: Morning, Harry. Dreadful English weather.
Harry Vardon: How'd you sleep?
Ted Ray: Like a baby. Woke up every two hours and cried.


A watch is recommended though a preliminary knowledge of golf would help a ton. ;-) Happy viewing........

The greatest game ever played




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