This was the sleeper of its year, and the film that put the name of Joseph H. Lewis (Gun Crazy) on the map (“vindicating,” as William K. Everson noted on Lewis' visit here in 1982, “those who had been espousing his talents ever since his first ‘B' western...”). Richard Combs writes for Edinburgh Film Festival '80: “A young woman (the excellent Nina Foch), apparently without friend or relation in the world, is spirited off to Cornwall under the auspices of a phoney employment agency whose name is ominously shadowed on one wall as if they shared the same shabby office as Sam Spade. In an old dark house above the roaring sea, the heroine finds that she is the pawn in a plot to conceal the misdeeds of the family scion, who is forever forgetting himself with sharp objects.... Lewis' baroque effects disrupt even more continuities than Hitchcock would dare, and Julia Ross looks like an anticipation of the Corman Poes. Particularly outrageous is the distillation of ‘Englishness' which is no respecter of time, place or period.... My Name is Julia Ross o'erleaps its meagre production values to pull off, on more than one level, an elaborately staged hoax.”