A film about Hungary’s wealthiest 16th Century noblewoman, Erzsébet Báthory, that acknowledges fact and legend have become intertwined over the years, then with a subtle “was it quite different, perhaps?” removes itself from any strict adherence to either.
It’s narrated by a friar, who somehow has the whole story despite not being present for its entirety. He paints Erzsébet more as a woman desperate to hold onto what tragedy hasn't yet taken from her, and less of the wicked, bloodthirsty bitch that most screenplays prefer.
Anna Friel is good and costumes are pretty, but the crude dream structure that helps the years pass makes everything feel disconnected.
2 dragon teeth out of 5
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