These fatal flaws are further hindered by Farrell’s acting, which is filled with boy-like screams and hesitant lines that translate into a melodramatic, unconvincing show. Stone tries to balance our opinion of the commander by having Anthony Hopkins, as his retired general and, later, historian over the great Library of Alexander, pontificate in annoying, exalted voiceovers scattered throughout the film. That dialogue, like Ptolemy’s insistence that Alexander was “the freest man I’ve ever known” whose failures “towered over other men’s successes,” is so clichéd that even Hopkins can’t overcome it.
By far, the best actor in the film is Angelina Jolie. As the embittered, estranged wife of Phillip and mother to Alexander, she resorts to conniving to protect herself from Phillip’s ambitions, hissing advice to her son even as her pet snakes slither around her ankles. We don’t even mind that she appears to be the same age as her son (she’s just one year older than Farrell), because she’s so bewitching. Watching her, one can’t help but recall Bette Davis.
As he did in “JFK,” Stone once again explores a conspiracy theory about Alexander’s death. We are led to believe that both he and Hephaistion were poisoned, and that Ptolemy covered it up by dictating revisionist history to the scribes. Unlike the death of Kennedy, however, which was shrouded in mystery, this historical hypothesis has little evidence. According to Plutarch’s account, Alexander died from the effects of putrid water. But then again, his men had grown battle-weary, having witnessed a 75 percent casualty rate and been gone from home for a decade, so Stone’s guess is as good as any.
“In his presence, in the light of Apollo, we were better than ourselves,” states Hopkins, in one of his many narrations. Sadly, however, this Alexander isn’t nearly as good, or remotely as interesting, as the real one. A disappointment, to be sure.
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