She’s said to be the world’s most notorious murderess, but this lavish production suggests seventeenth-century Hungarian noblewoman Elizabeth Bathory has had a bad rap. Her reputation, reckons this bustling, barely coherent saga, was muddied by a rival aristo, while her behaviour could be explained by the potions of a sinister sorceress. Turns out she didn’t bathe in virgins’ blood, as per legend, but enjoyed a soak in a red herbal concoction. The film presents all this as significant, but the director and ten writers are so immersed in minutiae – including a credibility-stretching affair with Caravaggio – that they never work out why anyone should care. So, we get a jumble of battles, plotting, torture, painting and nudity, and only the dire English dialogue leavens the tedium. Anna Friel displays grim determination as Bathory.
The coHahahahaha... thank you Trevor Johnston for saying so beautifully what I would have loved to have said myself!! Spot on!! 2 hours of my life I will never get back but it was worth it just to read your review :))