In Tommy’s Honour (2016), director Jason Connery (son of Sean) opens his movie with a homage to Ursula Andress’ iconic emergence from the waves in his father’s film, Dr No (1962). It’s that but with a wrinkled and ruddy Old Tom Morris in thermal underwear breaching the shallows of St Andrews’ West Sands Beach.
What follows is almost two hours of dreary biopic that’s as humourless as a discount haggis.
Based on Kevin Cook’s 2007 book of the same name, Tommy’s Honour chronicles the tense and sometimes tender relationship of the Old and Young Toms Morris (yes that is the correct pluralisation).
It’s a film that allocated an enviable production
