John Podhoretz at The Corner on National Review Online [1] seems to think the movie has a few problems:
“Oliver Stone’s Alexander, which opens today, isn’t just bad. It’s Springtime for Hitler bad. I haven’t guffawed this hard since I saw Airplane for the first time 24 years ago. This is one of the colossal catastrophes of all time. At a screening on Monday night, during the death scene of Alexander’s lover Hephaiston, people were screaming with laughter as Alexander made a big speech while, behind him in soft focus, Hephaiston went into a conniption fit and croaked. Plus, Angelina Jolie plays Alexander’s mother like she was Natasha from the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons”
Well, since I’d not planned on seeing it (or anything else Stone has involvement with) anyway, I’m not too worried about how bad it is. and I’m certainly not shocked by it.
But I am left with a question; Why in the beep is anyone taking Oliver Stone seriously, anymore? I mean I don’t recall anything he’s ever done that wasn’t just outright stupid.
Come to think on it, based on this description, he could be called an artist in that he’s raised ‘stupid’ to an art form.
And what of Hollywood who still lines the road with coats and palm branches when he comes along? What kind of fools are these?