The film-critic Pauline Kael once complained that the problem she had with this film was that Miranda Richardson never stops ACTING in it. (Though quite what else she's supposed to do when appearing in a film is a mystery!). I think she was getting confused with the character. As the nightclub hostess of a seedy London dive in the 1950s, Ruth Ellis would have been putting on an act for a lot of the time anyway, and Richardson, with her hilarious mock-BBC accent and arch mannerisms, was bringing that to life superbly. Her attention to character detail here is superb. She has splended support from Rupert Everett (in those far-off halcyon days when he simply acted, and stopped trying so hard to be a camp icon!) as David Blakely, and Ian Holm has a quiet dignity as Desmond Cussens, Ruth's devoted and downtrodden admirer. I have seen this film many times over the years, and it impresses me each time. This is well worth seeing.