Whatever attracted producers in David Stuart Leslie’s novel must have been lost in the transition to the screen because this is a very flyweight trite pic. It explores in only the most superficial terms the dilemma of a gauche youth whose ham-handed attempts to cope with his early sex problems are not highly satisfactory.
A callow youth is infatuated with a teasing waitress but his attempt to seduce her ends in disaster. She turns to brighter young men at a jazz club and he finds consolation in a naive young shop assistant.
Undertones of homosexuality between two of the youths are only hinted at and the sex lark is more talked about than acted upon. An attempt to satirize an appalling suburban wedding party becomes more of a caricature. Director Baker seems to have been unable to pull together a limp script.
Nyree Dawn Porter plays the waitress with exaggerated sex appeal. Michael Crawford handles the role of the gauche lad likeably. But much of the dialog is out of step with the minus-confidence character he is playing. Julia Foster, as the simple, goodhearted wench with whom he feels at ease, is pleasant, but unexciting.