Last night Me, Erin, and Kit congregated in the living room after stuffing ourselves with pizza to take in Oliver Stone's box office disaster, Alexander starring the bodacious Angelina Jolie, Iceman Val Kilmer, and the Lusty leprechaun himself, Colin Farrell.
I don't know if many have noticed, but I hate saying mean stuff about anything (except of course mushy peas. Can't stand 'em). This movie is definitely an exception. It was horrible. It started with boring dialogue by Anthony Hopkins who continually tempts you to nod off to his droning narration. The cast has a mix of accents, especially young Alexander's liting Irish brogue. Although Colin does a fair job, only slipping on occasional lines. The fight scenes are cool even if they're over run with either dust, rain, or that obnoxious red tinge. What the hell was up with that?
The only thing that saved it (at least in my mind) was girly alchoholic drinks, our biting commentary, Ange's sexy bitch mother schtick, and Jared Leto (Panic Room, Girl, Interupted, Fight Club)'s beach babe self (I loved the long hair and eyeliner with the bronzed skin. Very sexy).
That's not to say the movie didn't bring up important things like Greek culture and, as uncomfortable as it is to many hetro males and Greek nationalists, its historic complexities of homosexuality. (I'm not sure about Erin or Kit, but I did notice the "fringe viewers" getting kinda squirmy when Colin macked one on Jared.) This movie however, did not address sexuality and gender roles nearly as well as Stage Beauty, but I think that's because Stone was going for epic and, perhaps with a different story, really could have made another Gladiator.
I only hope the extra's are worth the price of the DVD.
0 of 4 Lightning Bolts - In fact, the sky is crystal clear blue it was so bad.
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