Later remade as a BBC miniseries with Bill Nighy (which I haven't seen).
The score for the film consists of random Dave Brubeck jazz standards, increasingly jarring and malappropo (which is not even a word).
It may have worked for Charlie Brown Christmas, but emphatically not for this.
MrsD. and I convinced ourselves it was filmed in Oban and Mull (we spent a couple of days there many moons ago), but it turns out it was Dartmouth, Devon.
“He is to dancing and singing as battery acid is to bubble baths.”