Journal Fodder. This is how I describe the movie Alexander.

Before I begin, I'd just like to say I'm sorry. This movie just makes me feel sorry, that is the deep emotion evoking power it has. You too will feel sorry if you go to see this sorry piece of crap film.

Don't see it.

Here are some reasons, as if you need any...

The ridiculous blonde hair (it evolves from Big and Short -helmet style- to Mullet and finally to Brittney Spears) I'm talking about Colin Farrell people, not Angelina Jolie.

Colin Farrell can't act. He can however open his eyes wider to denote emotion, is not afraid to give the camera a good shot of his nostrils and cries like a little baby. Hollywood's Bad Boy, yeah right, so am I.

Macedonian or Scottish? It was rather disturbing to hear English accents from the little  Macedonian children, commanders belting out orders in robust Scottish accents and Alexander quiping Irishly. Was this Braveheart 2?

The props & sets had all the talent and charm put into them as Elementary students could make with plaster and cheap paint. I wonder if they stood around after the movie was finished, bashing the statues to get at the candy.

Wind does not a movie make. For god's sake cut the long winded diatribes. The stupid inspirational music can go too. If they were aiming for sniggering among the audience, they got it.

Action. Got some? No, we just have this lively music here to let people know where the action is supposed to be. 

I could go on.

But you don't want me to.

The best part of this movie was the preview for Oceans 12.

Dungeon Bunny