Youth without Youth and head without brains or How to fact check your stories or Why not to be Romanian

I have not seen Coppola's latest yet, but I am wondering why everyone is bashing it so much in the British press. Granted, I have a bias towards it already, as it was filmed in Romania, after a Romanian novella and I personally did some work for his publicist during the shoot. Granted it is difficult literature. Eliade, on whose book this movie is based, was one of my favorite, if abstruse, writer of all literature we were forced to learn in school. He was a highly intelligent, self-taught man, who was so obsessed with the Eastern religions, that he left Romania when he was 19 to go to India and study them. When he was a teenager he made himself sleep very little (3 hours a night), as not to waste precious time he could use reading books and learning. It paid off, as he did manage to learn more about religion than probably any other man, wrote several all-encompassing tomes on the subject (plus essays, articles, memoirs, fiction) and went on to become a chair of religions department at University of Chicago.
But my post is not about that. It slightly disconcerts me when newspapers (even free ones) get stuff wrong about my country. From my understanding, British media does not have a history of fact-checking (TRIPLE GASP!). Which explains mistakes no one else would notice but someone like me. Which makes me think that true journalism is not dead after all and we will always be in demand.
Metro printed a story about three months ago in which the European Union had only 25 members. So where are the last two, my darlings? (Bulgaria and Romania for those who do not have a clue.) Still queing for the daily milk on a foggy communist morning? More like getting blind drunk and partying while the politicians steal the goods, but that's a different story.
Fashion magazines repeatedly misrepresent the fact that Irina Lazareanu, Karl Lagerfeld's new muse and Pete Doperty's one-month fiancee, is in fact Romanian-born, not Canadian. I perfectly understand her shame in not wanting to be one of us, frankly. I know another Canadian-Romanian in my course who bluntly refused to talk to me after I extracted the confession that she can speak Romanian. Made for awkward encouters afterwards. It must be like having the plague upon you...
And last, today, the London Paper states in its "Youth without Youth" review that the main character, played by Tim Roth, is Hungarian. (Argh, Romanian, Romanian! How many times do I have to repeat for you to remember?)Yes, some Hungarians would like their independence in a certain part of the world called Transylvania, but not the one in the film or the book. Cause he's really Romanian.