"Michael Blakemore's semi-documentary about his boyhood in upper-middle class Sydney before he left it to become a director, eventually in the West End of London and at the National Theatre.
With a minimum of hanging about under the porticoes of self-analysis, it is in its ability to tease Bondi Beach and the Royal Sydney golf club without rejecting them, to love and hate simultaneously (a feature of all the most interesting personalities) yet another indication that Australia is ascending into self-consciousness, self-determination, and is about to step forward on the world stage in the full vigour and confidence of her manhood. The boy's left home. Viewed from this exhausted Mother-island it is a magnificent tear-jerking spectacle." - The Spectator
Followed by a Q+A with Maureen Lipman C.B.E.
interviewing Michael Blakemore