The backdrop to Jason Connery’s 19th-century golf drama is certainly spectacular. But the wild beauty of the Scottish landscape is repeatedly obscured by pompous, jostling, harrumphing men with handsomely backlit mutton chop whiskers, brandishing sticks and class prejudice. The Mark Twain quote comes to mind: “Golf is a good walk spoiled.” There are a couple of female characters, on hand to dispense Calvinist disapproval and to die tragically in childbirth, but ultimately this is stuffy, old man’s cinema, narrow in scope and ambition and of little interest to anyone except golf movie completists.

•This article was amended on 9 July 2017, to change the headline which referred to “Sean Connery” instead of the film’s director, Jason Connery.