This is basically B.S. Johnson’s final work, he killled himself soon after he filmed it — aparently distraught over his publishers’ refusal to publish his last novel (although Jonathan Coe reveals a man from Johnson’s past might have sinisterly emerged from the shadows to act as a catalyst). The script makes the movie seem far more annoying than it actually turns out to be on the screen. On the page, the pointing to POV shots seems forced. Thanks to BS Johnson’s clumsy lightness, it becomes whimsical. “So full of life and energy did he seem on that beach, it’s hard ro believe that I had already been looking at a dead man,” as Coe put it.