THERE is something very odd about Henry Jones, something which no-one in the Methodist church community he joins can put their finger on. He is enthusiastic, helpful, committed, and above all very keen on youth work, both in the Youth Club and in the Sunday school. The congregation take him to their collective bosom, despite the niggling doubt that something is not quite right.

And of course it isn't. This is the story of one man who doesn't fit into society, and yet society is filled with people who, given the chance, or even the courage to break out of its restrictions, would do the same as he. As the one who simply shrugs off conventions in order to make society conform to his own fantasy, he appears as the only one who is in any way successful. Society, in wanting him to acknowledge that he is wrong, merely exposes its own flaws.

Colin Welland's exposé is quintessentially British, and its analysis is fairly timeless. Clarke, as usual, encourages the sensation of 'real' life with his lack of soundtrack and his unbiased close-ups. A delightful story with a very pleasing - if not entirely unexpected - twist in the tail.