The one thing that Mel Gibson has given us before completely losing his mind is the now acceptable desire for a more authentic feel to our movies-to embrace the language & look of the region that a story is supposed to take place. The Trojan Women is a beautiful relic that preserves a kind of acting style & casting that leads to a noble product, but it only becomes inflamed with the passion that I look for in a retelling of an oft told tale when Irene Papas seizes the limelight, and I don’t think that it is wholly unrelated to the fact that she is the only Greek woman in the cast & this story is part of her heritage. Anti-war, yes, but a bit bloodless & measured despite all the rending of cloth and tempered, choreographed screams.