Love You More

She's a spiky-haired, red-lipsticked rebel with a carefully cultivated juvenile delinquent image. He's a lanky, awkward boy used to being loathed by girls. Yet they share a love of the Buzzcocks, and one day after school, when he lays his hands on the last copy of the latest single and she helps him steal it, it's suddenly clear that their adventures together are destined to go further than the turntable.

Starring the ever-reliable Harry Treadaway, almost unrecognisable in an ill-fitting school uniform, with newcomer Andrea Riseborough, this is a quirky, vibrant little film with complex undertones. It's all down to the acting, though the director wisely allows plenty of room for the stars to do their thing. As they share a mutual passion it's painfully clear that each has very different ideas about what it means, but this is one of those moments of youthful urgency whose beauty is all about right here and right now, about three and a half minutes of music with no thought to what lies beyond. It's a moment perfectly captured, one that many viewers will find strikes a chord with their own experiences.

The simple device of a record that keeps stopping and starting laces this film with delightful observational comedy. Details glimpsed in passing provide a rich background and sense of both period and place. And Treadaway fans won't be disappointed - there's a good bit of flesh on show too. Full of energy and verve, Love Me More is a great little film that'll have you digging out the Buzzcocks in your own collection.