The charm of this piece lies in it’s sweetly gauche characterisations rather than the dourly glum realisation of oft-told coming-of-age tribulations. It’s not especially cinematic and would have found a comfortable, if unnoticed, home as a television play. At the time it stood out as a shiny pebble on the otherwise desolate beach of early 1980s British cinema - sometimes you’re measured by the company you don’t keep.
A near perfect little film (made for 200,000 pounds mostly provided by Scottish Television), this is not your typical high school movie. No fake adversity to drive the narrative, it is a pure love story. Definitely not for the jaded or cynical, this is a beautifully earnest film from Forsyth.