Bryanston's final production is a deceptively low-keyed drama (evoking a more innocent age when the comment "He watches them for hours" could be made without serious recrimination to a guy who hangs around playgrounds) which gains poignancy from being set at Christmas.
Belonging to that select band of films that gains atmosphere from being shot in the famous winter of '63, which although it creates continuity problems doesn't harm the drama and if anything compliments Tristram Cary's sometimes rather avant garde score.
Belonging to that select band of films that gains atmosphere from being shot in the famous winter of '63, which although it creates continuity problems doesn't harm the drama and if anything compliments Tristram Cary's sometimes rather avant garde score.