Samantha Morton.

She was great in the Libertine, which had Johnny Depp as the libertine, i.e. John Wilmot, the Earl of Rochester. I barely recognized Johnny from the cover of the film casing, and I actually thought there was some mistake with that picture, as the screenshots on the back cover obviously had Johnny in them. But the film was amazing, you definitely should see it.

I was so impressed by Samantha that I rented Code 47 shortly afterwards (or 46, I can never remember which it was). It's a scifi film where code 47 means that you shouldn't have sex with your family member. The idea, as far as I can remember, was that people were created often from dna samples, so it was possible to meet a stranger your age who was, dna-wise, your mother/father/sister/brother. Creepy. And hence the possiblity of becoming attracted to your genetic mother/whomever and engaging in incestuous intercourse. Whatever floats your boat I suppose, but at least they tried to avoid it.

The core of the film is a sad love story between an older man and a younger woman, she being the genetic mother of the man, if I recall correctly. (God forbid that I should check all of these points in imdb.) The music was so sad as well.

This painting isn't the spitting image of Samantha, but I like it anyway. Don't the black dashes almost look like they were done with a marker pen? I like the cartoony effect you get from clear black lines. But there seems to be something weird going on with the image file, as it looks to have some strange stripes all over it. Harumph.