Right, so this one tested my patience — and weirdly, that's a compliment.
Theo Angelopoulos directed this, and it shows: every shot feels in no rush to get anywhere, which is either meditative or maddening depending on your mood that evening. Figures cross entire frames in silence, sometimes so far off I lost track of which one was Alexander and which was just an extra making their way to wardrobe. It's less battle epic, more slow-motion history lesson that occasionally remembers there's a story attached.
Every so often it snaps into focus — real ambition on screen, and a few images that lodged themselves in my brain well after the credits. I watched it alone, late, which felt like the right call; this isn't one for the sofa with snacks and small talk.
The pacing never eases off. Trim an hour and you'd lose nothing. Still, there's a good film buried in the slog, waiting to be dug out.
Long, slow, occasionally brilliant. Bring patience, not popcorn.