Thanks, Dan -- I'm honoured that you noted how well I've learned from Mr. Frost! (I have no idea, for example, whether or not Robertson in fact ever had tuberculosis, but ala-Frost I figured that, since he would've eventually died of
something, why not just make up something cool, and something that would cause him to supress a cough at just the right moment -- sort of like Kirk Douglas as Doc Holiday in "The Gunfight at OK Corral"). But I think the only way we could work together, and actually write a screenplay about golf, is if we agreed that everyday our only goal would be to crack eachother up by writing the most over the top, over-ripe, on-the-nose, spectacularly un-subtle scenes imaginable, and then every two pages remind the audience that the story wasn't really about golf but actually about, say, Life, and Family, and Love, and Loss, and....wait for it.....a Round of Matchplay in Heaven (sniff) with Bobby Jones (sniff, sniff) I figure, if we could stomach it for more than a few days without packing it in and going to play golf before getting hammered on bourbon, I think we'd have a chance at a winner!!
best
Peter