Teenage Bobby (Erik Smith, who looks remarkably stuck in time with his older brother's haircut) wants to love and be loved. He makes an instant friendship by asking a stranger (Harris Allan) if he wants to get high, and the boys go from sneaking joints in Jonathan's bedroom to sleepovers, where they wordlessly jerk each other off before falling asleep.
In these early scenes, every single detail is right: the terrible clothing of the late seventies, the interiors of a suburban Cleveland home, the awkwardness of youth, and the wonderful performance of Sissy Spacek as a suburban housewife. It is worth the price of admission to watch her get high with her closed-off son and Bobby, holding hands and dancing to a Laura Nyro record. If I had my wish, I'd freeze frame the film there, ending with Bobby's confused adolescence in Cleveland, snug and happy with another person's family.