Anthony Kim — one of the most charismatic emerging stars on the PGA Tour — and Vaughn Taylor — who's playing for his Masters life — are taking their duel down to the final holes of the Shell Houston Open. You'd just never know it from looking around the media center at Redstone Golf Club.
The national and international press in town have been trickling out of here all day and there's hardly anyone left to see who wins now. In fact, this is arguably the most deserted the media center has been all week — even though the tournament is coming to that (usually-important) conclusion. This is the exact opposite of most tournaments when Sunday — trophy-lifting day — garners the most attention.
Who can afford to stay though?
The golf event of the year is taking place at 1 p.m. (CST) tomorrow at Augusta National. That's when Tiger Woods will participate in his first real press conference (he'll actually answer questions from a mass group) since that wild driveway ride. This is all any assigning editor in his right mind cares about and even the slight chance of a flight delay or possible missed connection put golf writers on edge. No one wants to hear that you missed Tiger to see the finish in Houston.
The Australian contingent was gone by noon. Many others simply failed to show at all for the Houston Open's final round.
When armageddon approaches, who can concentrate on mere golf?
Of course, if you do want to know what happens in the Houston Open, you can always stay tuned to CultureMap for reports from the course. We never abandon our town.
Callum Turner and Monica Barbaro in One Night Only.
Coming up with new ways to tell a romantic story is difficult, which is part of the reason why the genre has mostly retreated to streamers, where originality doesn’t matter much. The new film One Night Only borrows liberally from both previous romantic movies and other sources, but at least it’s trying to give moviegoers something they haven’t seen before.
That something is the high-concept premise of the story taking place in a world where, due to a draconian law passed by U.S. legislators, all single people are only allowed to have sex one night a year (yes, The Purge, but for sex). As the “night” (really a 12-hour period from 7 am-7 pm that includes daylight on both sides) begins, Owen (Callum Turner) is attempting to have a romantic evening with his girlfriend, Malika (Maya Hawke), while Allie (Monica Barbaro) is prepping for a fun time with her friend, Jacinta (King Princess).
When Malika says she wants to sleep with someone else and Jacinta quickly finds a person to hook up with, both Owen and Allie are left to their own devices. As each of them wanders around New York City in halfhearted attempts at finding their own partner, fate has them run into each other on multiple occasions. As disaster after disaster befalls each of them, they start to realize that they might belong together.
Directed by Will Gluck and written by Travis Braun, the film is about as unsubtle as you can get, by design. With nearly everybody on screen either having or trying to have sex, that leaves little room for nuance or romance. Consequently, every joke told in the movie is on the nose without an ounce of cleverness. What little ingenuity exists in the film is on the signage the characters pass, which detail the dos and don’ts for single people every other day of the year, as well as many ads for brands trying to capitalize on the event.
The situations that Owen and Allie find themselves in get increasingly ridiculous as the night goes along, with none of them rising above chuckleworthy. For an R-rated film that could conceivably get as crazy as it wanted, most of the scenarios are relatively tame, with little outrageous or lewd behavior. Most of the time, the end of a particular scene can be seen coming a mile away, so there are no surprises to be had.
What’s most interesting about the film is the road it doesn’t take. It’s explained in bits and pieces why the government has restricted sex to such a degree (basically Puritanical views held by conservatives), and it’s hard not to think that the filmmakers are making a commentary about the current administration. But they don’t ever make that viewpoint overt, even in a funny way, and so the thread is left dangling, never to be fully addressed.
Both Turner (The Boys in the Boat) and Barbaro (an Oscar nominee for A Complete Unknown) are rising stars, but neither of them are great comic actors. Each of their characters is supposed to be relatively awkward, a trait that is masked by their objective attractiveness. The film has a slew of cameos, including Molly Ringwald, LeVar Burton, and Julia Fox, but there’s barely time for any of them to make an impact. Images of Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney, who starred in Gluck’s Anyone But You, pop up in a fun way.
There were a lot of directions that One Night Only could have gone in, but the version chosen by Gluck and Braun is close to the worst one. A film that could have been uproaringly funny or super sexy or very romantic winds up being none of those things, with each element getting the basic treatment and nothing more.
