Maybe I'm just a sucker, but I was crying half the film. Bonus: sweater vests aplenty. Need to re-visit the Chabrol-Huppert collaboration of the same subject. I still prefer Leigh in his contemporary surroundings, and have put this off for a long time, but many cheers for the period piece. I'm glad I finally watched it. It's devastating. No longer afraid to Topsy and Turner.
Imelda Staunton was brilliant in the movie. Director and costume designer did a great job as well. Didn't really like the plot, the antagonism between personal and social morality seemed a bit too sharp. Gave a couple of interesting thoughts about proximity between sacred/profane, saint/criminal.
This is a good piece of the british realism, as a raw portrait of a human story, the story of the good will of a simple woman. Staunton is remarkable with an intense performance. The film only lakes a good, coherent ending, able to fully represent the moral ambiguity of the central character's position.