This is generally considered to be the film that brought Vivien Leigh recognition in England. Her Cockney accent as the unscrupulous urchin with a small talent will make you cringe (as does her own cut-glass snooty voice, reminiscent of early broadcasts by HM The Queen), yet if you want to witness what a star-in-waiting looks like, keep watching. Her extraordinary fine-boned expressive face can twist from fragility and childlike, kittenish innocence to the sensuality of a predatory vixen in a moment. The dance she improvises, believing herself to be alone in the moonlight in an empty mansion, weaves a spell not to be forgotten. The script and story are somewhat trite and hackneyed, conventional enough fare for the period. But Ms Leigh's prescience and the strikingly modern performance given by Charles Laughton make it worth sticking with it. Laughton plays the man Libby (Leigh) leaves behind her when the West End lights beckon. She is physically repelled by him but recognises and values his kind and generous heart, attempting, when the chance arises, to repay her debt. It does not end well - and the song A Straw Hat in the Rain will have you wanting to smash the screen by the time you've heard it twice! - But on balance, it ends believably.