Softly lit, her hair shining on the gallows while drums beat and white birds wait upon the Tower roof, Nova Pilbeam is as striking as ever she was during that all-too-brief run of films during the Thirties, one which ended with her husband's wartime death - and a retreat which lasted until her death a few years ago. Tudor Rose is not her best showing, lumbered as it is by the need to explain machinating characters as one follows another through this chunk of history, when Kings and Queens did not get to sit long upon the Throne, and a cannon marked the sound of the executioner's axe for those out of its earshot. A series of sometimes neat scenes (Henry VIII's deathbed is a corker), it lacks dramatic sweep. As indeed could be said of the mid-Eighties incarnation of this sad story: Lady Jane, with Helena Bonham-Carter.