I still remember when I crawled through the woods pretending to be an elite warrior set to rescue some poor soul from the clutches of evil!

My M16 (a large branch) in one hand and my high powered infra-red goggles (a broken ski mask) in the other, I carefully executed my one man army attack taking out one soldier (tree) after another.

It's funny how a child's fantasy can make you go "awwwww!" when talking about war and violence.

Son of Rambow manaages to remind you of just that in the most endearing way possible.

It's because the fantasy and imagination part is at the heart of the story, coupled with the trials of friendship, trying to be cool in the 1980s (boy that was hard) and family life not being compatible with your fantasies.

Garth Jennings does a superb job of showing all this through the lens of the little kid who is stifled by his religious, albeit loving mother, while living out his "war" fantasies in a little sketch book.

All in all, it makes you remember why being a child was so wonderful yet hard at the same time.

Go flying dog!