The Source: an annoyingly preachy, PC, kumbaya-singing drama which sounds as if it was proposed as a worthy UN multiagency 'capacitation' project. Which is a shame because its heart's in the right place, director Radu Mihaileanu has made good stuff in the past, the location (North Africa) and some of the cast are amazing. Basically it's a reatread of Lysistrata with a bunch of oppressed Arab women deciding they're mad as hell and not going to haul water downhill to their village in buckets any more, so launch a sex strike and end patriarchy. (Sort of.) There are blatant overtones and undertones all the way (it's really all about the Arab Spring, is one possible reading), and it's been deliberately set in a sort of no-place and avoids any reference to factual characters, places or events ... which made it lose authenticity and bite imo. Actresses as talented and as different in style as the stroppy, sparky French sparkler Hafsia Herzi (Couscous) and Hiam Abbass (regal Palestinian icon of grief you might know from Lemon Tree) are shoehorned into the same scenes and it just does't work.
Breathless - not Belmondo looking cool, but a real dirty nasty downery tale of generations of violence, machismo and all-around hatefulness in 2009 South Korea. Main character's a sneering debt-collector handing out slaps, kicks and punches to anyone who crosses his path and / but strikes up a relationship with a memorably bad-attitude-having schoolgirl who doesn't buy the tough-gy act for a moment. It won truckloads of awards but as far as I can tell it's no more or less than Tyrannosaur - a good filthy dunking in everything that's bad about society and family life.
Bathory: here at last I can save the urbz some time: don't watch this. You might think as I did that with a title like that there'd be some decent genre horror action and maybe some lesbian nuns or something. And Anna Friel of sainted Brookside is the lead, so the omens for entertaining trash seemed good. In fact, because it was made by in Eastern Europe (Slovak director and sets) it goes with the considerably less sexy revisionist approach that far from bathing in virgins' blood to preserve her eerie beauty, the real Erszebet Bathory was a much-persecuted lady unjustly victimised by the Hapsburgs (and history) because she was rich and Protestant. So it was all about the Great Powers and the class struggle in the end after all! um, perhaps not quite enough to sustain two and half hours, even if they do throw in a couple of investigative friars from The Name of the Rose just to liven thing up a bit. Quite extraordinarily bad, but what's most mystifying is that there are glimmers of really good supporting work (some of the music, for instance, is proper period and beautifully performed, and surprisingly large chunks of dialogue are in Hungarian, everybody says "Erszebet" with the right accent etc) which would be more at home in proper 'art' films.