'The plot is simple. The boys and girls in a branch office plan for their annual social gathering, where hierarchies are levelled and everybody is pals with everybody else.
'The office boy whizzes the new telephonist off from beneath the staff clerk's nose. The Class 4 clerk (or so I would rate him) has his plans for the one day of the year with the fluffy-headed typist who turns out to have something more substantial under all that hair and who has the honour of delivering one of the best lines I have ever heard (regrettably, unprintable here).
'The typist mum with a grown family boozes her self into a state of humanity. The boss nurses an unstated hangup–it is enough to know that it is there, not what it is.
'And so the small conflict situations present themselves one by one, at the grass-roots human level. They create their own tensions to add to the one that happens at the picnic and the film resolves only one of them.'
Source:
Macdonald, Dougal. 'Required Viewing for Office Workers', Canberra Times, 13 March 1973, p.18.