Alexander the Gweat

Watching Alexander is like watching a highly melodramatic PInoy telenovela. The scriptwriter was too fixated on Alexander's sexuality that he failed to paint the real man or, rather, the human behind the icon. It's like looking at Achilles and seeing only his heel. The most unforgettable scene for me was when Alexander's longtime "friend", Hephaistion, lay dying and he was lamenting by the window. It was highly amusing to see Alexander rant at the healer when it was all his fault that the other man died; if he had called the healer instead of crying like a schoolboy, his "best friend" would have had a chance.
My gay friends, PJ and O, and I left the cinema giggling to ourselves. What did we learn from the movie? That it was actually Alexander the Great who started the fad for brooches, ponchos, and that oh-so-sexy leather miniskirt. Hihihihi.
I learned more from watching Santa, Santita. AMEN.