Male teens grow up wanting to see bare boobs. Then they want to see the other things. Then they want to touch those things. We all know what they want after that.

And, meanwhile, men preen, they brag, they lie and they pretend. They can and do embarrass and humiliate girls. Men fail to pick up on serious clues from girls that could reward them in a big way.

Men are so lost.

Oh, but what if you can freeze time and take girls' clothes off. But that's about two minutes of the movie. If you want that, you'll get short shrift.

This gives us writer/director Sean Ellis's snapshot of young British men and women who are connecting on every possible level, good and bad, meaningful and stupid, but mostly for naught because ... well because they are young and stupid.

If your heart was ever broken before your heart was even ready to be seriously broken, chances are you will see it here.

This is, bottom line, the portrait of the artist as a young British man. Trying to deal with women, he (Sean Biggerstaff, as Ben Willis) stumbles through the whole movie in a state of confusion.

Finally, at the end, he's figuring things out.

We are so there with him.