From the title, I'm sure you also thought this had to be about Hugh Jackman or James Purefoy. It's not, but I don't blame you in the least for thinking that way.
This is not a great movie, but it has fantastic performances in what's really a character-driven piece. If you only think of Ben Kingsley as Gandhi, you need to check this out.
Also, I'd like to take a moment to talk about Ray. Since Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, everyone seems to recognize Ray Winstone. I first saw him several years ago playing Henry VIII in a BBC miniseries and my jaw hit the floor. Holy hell. Here is a guy with a map of London pounded into his face. In Nil By Mouth, he plays an abusive, alcoholic shit from New Cross, and scares the hell out of you.
But in this film, he pulls off one of the greatest ever castings-against-type. He is the biggest, squishiest, most sun-burnt, wimpy fuck you've ever seen. He plays one of those boozy idiots who buggers off to Spain and you hope never comes back to the East End. I know Kingsley got all the hype from this movie, including an Oscar nod, and he was brilliant, but Ray is the hidden jewel of this film. I love him. I'm scared to death of him, and if I ever met him, I'm sure I'd think quite hard about running in the opposite direction, but he's fan-bloody-tastic.
Ray Winstone: I would hate to be the boy who dates his daughter.