Thirtysomething paperback writer Charles Bronson takes up with sixteen-year-old schoolgirl Susan George in the South Kensington of 1969, and they nip to Scotland to marry, but Lolita this isn't. With many a cartoonish moment, such as Robert Morley's appearing as a Judge, and a propensity - very Sixties - for freeze-frames, this never convinces, despite a few comic moments. Goodness knows what would be said if it were made now, what with the opening scene of a these mini-skirted teenage girls cycling to school and the camera forever closing in upon their pedalling thighs while Jim Dale sings a ditty on the soundtrack. As a glimpse of London and New York at the time, it is a curiosity. One cannot help but think, however, that Bronson was better suited to the shoot-'em-up side of cinema (though one must draw a veil over Breakheart Pass, which is perhaps even worse than this).