I have had this film etched upon my memory ever since I saw it around 35 years ago as a 7/ 8 year old in cinema in North London. I have never seen it since, but I remember, rather like the solitude of the boy in the film, being left at the cinema by my mother and then picked up outside long after the film had finished - this was a different era after all, kids were given much more freedom to roam then. So being apart from my family helped me get into the character of the boy completely and I guess I just zoned out of myself onto the boy on the screen. It all seems like some beautiful dream of a long gone and innocent world that sort of tapped into the hippie consciousness of the time. I would love to get a copy of this somewhere so my own children can see it.
Review of My Side of the Mountain
