What a waste of one's life!

Rating: 2/10 (27 June 2006)

Frankly, I hadn't expected to bother commenting on this film, but one almost feels obliged as a service to one's fellow citizens to warn them off this piece of drivel if they've been considering the inclusion of it in an evening that they desire to be entertained.
Short answer: don't.
Don't rent it, don't borrow it, don't steal it, don't pay any money to watch it, don't accept anything less than $1,000 ($US) to spend time experiencing this in any way (even if it's playing quietly in the same room as you passed out in a drunken stupor), don't bother with it in any way shape or form.
In order to avoid it, I would recommend not walking, but instead RUNNING WITH ALL DUE HASTE AWAY FROM IT to any place of worship you see fit to frequent (even if it's not your choice of Supreme Being and is merely on a direct line to your local newsagent / wine-bar / pusher / house of ill-repute) in order simply to avoid this movie! It's way too long (because it's directed by Oliver Stone), it's too exceedingly self-indulgent (because it's directed by Oliver Stone), and it's far too pointlessly inane (well, you get the point by now).
Jennifer and I watched this tripe over two evenings, mostly because we were almost falling asleep towards the end of the first disc, and we were still interested to see if the actors kept a straight face through their dialog. It's a bit like a road accident in that way.
Especially astounding was Mama Alexander's sudden emotion due to the '6th sense' of her son's death. Never has so much disbelief been required the suspension of by so many by so few Find a copy of The Robe, or Quo Vadis, or  better yet  The Holy Grail, and spend an evening with a bottle of wine or two with that instead.
Bleah!!!!!!