A Roman Polanski film in which rape is a major element? Freudian slip much? “Death and the Maiden” (1994) features Acting with a capital A. That’s not a compliment. It was like watching a play. I don’t like plays. I don’t like stilted dialogue read by actors competing to see who can eat the most scenery. I don’t like movies about South America with no South American actors. I especially don’t like when a character named Gerardo Escobar is played by an Englishman using a mildly fake Upper West Side accent. A movie for the pretentious, performed by the pretentious.