There's nothing quite like Joy Division to remind you that being a teenager was a barrel of laughs.
Carol Morley's Stockport coming-of-age story finds plenty of unknown pleasures in its post-punk soundtrack, which does half the emotional talking for Ann, a girl who can't always find the words herself. After her dad's death, grief seeps into everything while she's busy trying to get on with ordinary teenage life. I found that painfully believable.
Her friendship with Hel gives her somewhere to escape, with enough daft behaviour to stop the whole thing turning into a two-hour wake. Morley knows this world from the inside. It helps that it's basically her own.
The trouble is she tries to cram an entire adolescence into 127 minutes. By the end, I wished she'd skipped a year or two. The final stretch never lands the punch I'd been waiting for.
Still, I cared about Ann, even when the film couldn't decide which part of her story mattered most.