Bob -
"Sweet Anxiety" is a great title for a golf movie. In my conception, "Anxiety" is the name of a young woman (think Diane Keaton) with old hippie parents straight out of Woodstock who made their fortune producing organic bees wax candles. She is at first confused by but soon attracted to a focused and straight-laced young golf professional from the wrong side of the tracks (think Jordan Spieth, if his parents had been working class alcoholics) who dreams of making it on tour and playing in the Masters. Ironically, of course, it is "Ben" who is wired tighter than a drum, while Anxiety is the very picture of an easy going free spirit -- a spirit that Ben at first openly mocks as a sign of privilege, but later learns to embrace as a means of "letting it happen" on the golf course instead of painfully trying to "make it happen" (long his Achilles heel when the competitive pressure is on). In turn, Anxiety learns that life is not all peaches and cream and bees wax candles, and through Ben's passion for golf is helped to discover her own true passion, i.e. being a watercolour artist. Well, there are ups and downs (both on the golf course and off), but needless to say in the end Ben does get to Augusta, and Anxiety sells her first painting to a wealthy patron, i.e. it is of Ben, holding his finish after hitting his tee shot on No. 12, the traditional Sunday pin placement in the distance. The tag line could be: "Trying to make the cut is sometimes the worst cut of all". Ah? Eh? I think so -- I think this has legs. Yes, it is a little on-the-nose as it were, but that just might make it the only golf movie anyone will have ever actually paid to see. It's a love story is what it is, with golf as the backdrop. Oh, and did I mention that Anxiety and her family live in Oregon, and that Ben makes ends meet working as a caddie at Bandon?