I was concerned, watching this on the day of its iTunes debut, that I'd already heard too much. That the dearth of quality gay-themed films had led people to over-praise this latest addition to a woefully bottom-heavy (pun not really intended) catalogue. In short, I was worried that it would arrive for home viewing over-hyped and under-powered.
My fears were unfounded.
This is a remarkably assured debut - lyrical, poetic and insightful. Packed with heartbreaking moments of microscopic beauty. And it deftly avoids all the dramatic cliches that plague even the best gay films.
I grew up not far from where this was set, and despite spending most of my adolescence plotting my escape, the barren beauty of the Yorkshire hills actually made me nostalgic for home. Much of the scenery could have been shot within half a mile of my parents' home, which probably helped emphaise the film's quietly resonant power.
These days, it's rare for me to remember a film by the time the credits have even rolled, but I've thought of little else in the last 24 hours. This is a film of rare power and beauty, but I implore people to look beyond the 'gay love story' tag.
Of course, it's about two men, but it's also about so much more. Ian Hart's moving portrayal of a cold, distant and broken father will linger in your memory, as the cause of so much of what goes on in the film.
Ultimately, this is a story about the ability to feel, so it stands to reason that it can say so much, with so few words.