| ALEXANDER |
Take an established playwright, the creator of a short-lived but cultish TV series and an Oscar winning filmmaker, then add in an esteemed Oxonian historical advisor and you have the perfect recipe for a successful epic motion picture. Or at least you do on paper. Something terrible happened between the page and the screen and the audience is forced to endure an almost three-hour mishmash of bad accents, so-so acting and less than spectacular production and costume designs. Somewhere in the life of Alexander the Great, there might be the makings of a terrific motion picture, but in two attempts Hollywood has botched it – and done so badly. In 2004, audiences sat through the lackluster TROY. Well, next to ALEXANDER, that debacle almost looks like a masterpiece. What is wrong with Stone's vision? Well, to be truthful, nearly everything. The framing narrative device of having an aged Ptolemy (Anthony Hopkins looking like a refugee from a road show version of "I, Claudius" rather than an Egyptian pharaoh) narrate his memoirs is merely the first. These scenes add a good half-hour to an already padded feature and really do not add much to the story. Playing the major characters is a rogue's gallery of contemporary Tinseltown's bad boys and girls, each of whom overacts. Val Kilmer, who has proven a strong screen presence in fare as diverse as THE DOORS and WONDERLAND (2003), merely shouts as Philip of Macedonia, Alexander's father. As his treacherous mother Olympias, Angelina Jolie employs an unplaceable accent and gets to cavort with snakes. She tries hard but the script calls for her to deliver such howlers that the audience tends to laugh at her scenes. In the titular role, Colin Farrell merely lacks the gravitas necessary to carry off the part. It also doesn't help that he makes only a rudimentary effort to hide his natural brogue. I was less put off by his unsuccessful attempt to go blond as I was by the way Stone's direction and the screenplay saddle the actor with a less than three-dimensional character. The viewer is never given the opportunity to learn what truly drives Alexander. There' an attempt to place the blame on dear old mom, but that smacks more of 20th-century psychoanalysis than of true character development The film does not shy away from saying that the great love of Alexander's life was his boyhood pal Hephaistion (a bland Jared Leto). Yet the men's affair is played out with only meaningful glances and the occasional manly hug. Heavily-denied rumors had it that Warner Bros. executives were skittish in the current political climate and asked for cuts. Given Stone's clout and reputation, that seems doubtful. Still, the "gay" content is tame. Contrast it, for instance, with the wedding night sequence of Alexander and his pagan bride Roxane (Rosario Dawson, wasted in an underwritten and embarrassing part) which starts off as "sex" bordering on rape (an echo of an earlier scene between Kilmer and Jolie) that ends up with Dawson and Farrell completely nude. Stone stages several spectacular battle sequences, but coming on the heels of efforts like THE LORD OF THE RINGS, these moments pale in comparison. It also doesn't help that a climactic battle in the film's last third suffers due to technical problems. (The print was exposed and time, logistics and money did not allow for reshoots.) Stone and his gifted cinematographer Roderigo Prieto "fudged" a bit by washing the scenes with red symbolizing the spilled blood. There are germs of ideas in the screenplay that don't really take hold, especially in relation to the fighting. Obvious parallels to American imperialism might be argued, but Stone doesn' really develop these, which coming from the maker of PLATOON is something of a surprise. But then, ALEXANDER is nothing more than missed opportunities and bad choices. Perhaps the only thing the filmmakers and the studio got right was to open this turkey in movie theaters the day before Thanksgiving. Rating: C- MPAA Rating: R for violence and some sexuality/nudity Running time: 173 mins. |
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