Anna and the King (1999)

of Siam.  I read this book about sixty-three years ago, and have cordially disliked all the the movie and (especially) the goddawful musical versions of it that I've since encountered.  Ms. Foster's gratingly Lesbian take on the old-old sexist-sexist revisionist history is somehow the least offensive and the most plausible.  You can tell that this scrannel creature doesn't like any sort of male (her embraces of her own supposed movie-son are this close to making her puke), but somehow this works in her non-relations with King Mongku.  And the production values are high.  

I've seen Jodi Foster speaking normal conversational French, which she does effortlessly and perfectly, and I like her then too.