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Oliver
Stone
There
are two things a moviegoer should know about Stone’s "Alexander."
First, it’s blinding awful – literally. Ten minutes into it one
of my contact lenses fell out, right as a one-eyed Val Kilmer
came charging into a snake-handling Angelina Jolie’s boudoir.
The less said the better. If you’re thinking of seeing it, don’t.
Go see "Seed of Chucky" instead. Jennifer Tilly vs.
killer dolls won’t be any campier than Stone’s "Alexander"
and Jolie’s take on the conqueror’s mother as Cruella DeVille.
The second
thing worth knowing is that "Alexander" is mildly interesting
as a document of left-wing Bushism. War, slaughter, and all that
goes with world conquest are all right, as long as they secure
such goods as improved literacy and the mixing of different races
and cultures. This is a perfectly natural companion, by the way,
to libertarian Bushism, or liberventionism, which says that a
bit of bloodshed is perfectly fine as long as it secures open
markets and the free flow of people and goods. There’s a line
about that in Stone’s "Alexander," too.
For all that
Stone has done to discredit the conspiracy theory – which is saying
something – "Alexander" gets the history right, mostly.
Olympias, Alexander’s mother, probably wasn’t behind the assassination
of his father, Philip II of Macedon, but she might have been.
And Alexander himself probably wasn’t poisoned, but it’s not altogether
implausible. Where Stone has embellished the story he’s guilty
not so much of distortion as bad taste. The two heterosexual scenes
in the movie are near-rapes. Alexander gets an Oedipus complex.
Olympias becomes a misogynist’s caricature. Gore Vidal might have
made something of this, but Oliver Stone can’t.
What
a shame, because the left-neocon Stone does have at least a rudimentary
grasp on Alexander’s politics, if not his character. The "civilizing"
mission of the conqueror was something Alexander’s propagandists
played up at the time and perpetuated long after his death. It’s
part of his enduring appeal to megalomaniacs of all stripes. By
force of arms he changed the political culture, and indeed the
culture generally, of the known world, East and West. He did what
liberventionists and multicultural imperialists alike long to
do. Alexander is any would-be world-shaper’s role model.
Like more
recent imperialists, Alexander bent the forces of nationalism
and superstition to his benefit. The Temple of Diana at Ephesus
burned around the
time of Alexander’s birth, ergo his birth was a divine event
– and, seen in light of retrospect, the burning of that temple
in Asia Minor seemed to presage his conquests. Rumors were put
about that Alexander was literally divine, product of a union
between his mother and Zeus himself. After conquering Egypt, Alexander
accepted the old pharaonic mantle of divinity, and a visit to
the oracle of Ammon at the oasis of Siwa confirmed his godly lineage;
the oracle was reported to have recognized Alexander as the god’s
son. Once he had crushed the Persian Great King – whose title,
by the way, was shahanshah, the "King of Kings"
– Alexander further consolidated his divine or semidivine status,
after the oriental fashion. He went native in other ways, too,
marrying a Bactrian princess, for example, but he also emphasized
Greek culture and Macedonian military might. He didn’t create
the "first universal nation"; instead he used different
peoples’ characteristic forms of national pride to his empire-building
advantage. Few imperialists since have done half as well.
Actually,
more of the credit, if credit is the word for it, belongs to Philip
II. He turned Macedon into one of the world’s first garrison states.
Before him, Macedon had a kind of barbarian freedom, its various
local chiefs enjoying almost total autonomy. Macedon didn’t have
much in the way of cities but was a large tribal territory with
considerable natural and human resources. Philip organized it
militarily and politically. He had nobles send their sons to his
court, where they would be both potential hostages and subjects
for indoctrination. This was something Philip had learned from
his own experience as a young man held hostage at Thebes, the
most powerful Greek city-state of the time. Philip learned innovative
military tactics there, too, which he brought back to Macedon.
Applying city-state organizational principles to a large kingdom
created a centralized military power unlike any the West had known.
Philip was
already preparing to invade the East when he was assassinated.
He was also preparing, or so it seems, to declare himself a god.
At the wedding of his daughter he added his own statue to those
of the twelve Olympians, but before he could do much more he
was killed, leaving the project to Alexander to finish.
This is
all in the movie, and all the elements are present for a tense
political thriller, even if only as part of a larger narrative.
Stone doesn’t do much with it, though the scene still stands out
as one of the film’s better.
The wars
Philip and Alexander fought did not bring peace. Before them,
the Greek world was torn apart by a succession of conflicts following
immediately upon the heels of the Peloponnesian War. There were
Social Wars between Athens and its allies, Sacred Wars over holy
lands and temple treasuries, and other wars of all sorts. Sparta
had won the Peloponnesian War but emerged from it so weak that
before long another power, Thebes, arose, and soon Athens embarked
upon its self-destructive quest for hegemony once more. Philip
exploited this chaos before he put an end to it the battle of
Chaeronea in 338 BC. The battle put an end to the independence
of the Greek city-states as well, more or less permanently. Athens,
which had opposed Philip, was spared – destroying the prize of
Greek civilization would not have been a good propaganda move.
But when Thebes revolted again after Philip’s death, Alexander
annihilated the city, killing 6,000 men and selling the survivors
into slavery.
Conquering
Greece was just a prelude to war in the East for Philip and Alexander,
an exercise in securing Macedon’s flank. The eastern campaign,
as always, was fought in the name of freedom – freedom for the
Greeks of Asia Minor and maybe in another sense, as Stone suggests,
for the Persians and all the other wogs, too. They were slaves
to their tyrannical Great King, after all. This was also a pre-emptive
war to head off any chance of an attack on the West. If all this
sounds familiar, well, it goes to show that Karl Marx wasn’t always
wrong. History has no laws, but the human race as a whole never
learns much from its mistakes, so history does repeat itself,
the first time as tragedy, the second and farce. And it keeps
getting more farcical every time.
Alexander
didn’t know when to quit. Having conquered lands that are now
in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, and elsewhere, he tried for India,
too. In Oliver Stone’s telling this was all because Aristotle,
Alexander’s tutor, didn’t know much about geography, and so the
warlord thought he would discover the end of the earth if only
he pushed on just a little bit further. Again, there’s a bit of
truth here, although Aristotle probably does not deserve much
of the blame, and behind Alexander’s endless fighting was something
much more than mere cartographic incompetence. The words imperial
hubris come to mind, but Stone for some reason puts very little
of that into his Alexander, as if the director can’t grasp the
concept. No wonder he thinks we might wind up calling our George
"the Great" one day.
The conqueror’s
dream is to fight the final war, the war that ends all war, and
Alexander did extinguish the chronic conflicts between the Greek
city-states and the age-old enmity between those states and the
Achaemenid dynasty of Persia. But after his own death the empire
Alexander built rapidly decomposed into new warring states. Instead
of cities fighting cities, empires now fought empires. Alexander’s
generals carved up the conquered territory into their own fiefdoms,
most of which didn’t last long. Stone’s film is narrated by the
founder of the longest-lived of the successor empires, Ptolemy
(played by Anthony Hopkins who here resembles, as another critic
noted, Yoda), whose Egyptian dynasty survived until the death
of the famous Cleopatra and her children.
Precedents
Alexander set endured. It became customary for the successor kings
to affect godhood, a practice eventually picked up by Roman emperors.
Alexander became the archetype for would-be conquerors. He influenced
more than just the battlefield and palace, however. Culture, too,
had to accommodate Alexander’s mythology. The relationship between
the warriors Achilles and Patroclus in the Iliad, which
had not been considered sexual for most of antiquity, came to
be recontextualized in light of Alexander’s homosexual love for
his friend Hephaistion. In this way, too, Alexander knew how to
use myth and propaganda to have his way. Amorous relations between
peers generally were frowned upon by the standards of classical
Greek morality, but by deploying the authority of the most important
text in Greek civilization to legitimize his lusts, Alexander
could deflect some opprobrium. The Alexandrine take on Achilles
and Patroclus still carries considerable force today.
(Here again
Stone gets the history right but the character wrong. He doesn’t
try to make Alexander more heterosexual than he was. But he has
Hephaistion flouncing around in eyeshadow, and he turns the conqueror
into Mr. Sensitive. You’d think this was meant as a parody.)
Alexander’s
reputation not only flourished in the ancient word – Plutarch,
writing in the second century AD, paired his life of Alexander
with his account of Julius Caesar – but survived the transition
from antiquity to the medieval period as well. He appears
in the Koran. He later become one of Christendom’s models
of chivalry, the so-called Nine
Worthies. More recently, critics and some scholars have compared
him to the likes of Hitler. But as Stone’s film shows, even a
friend of Fidel Castro can find something to admire in Alexander
and his ideology. The Macedonian still occupies the pinnacle of
power worship, as he has for nearly 2,500 years.
Sometimes
Alexander was just, merciful, and humane, but those attributes
were very much secondary to his political guile and prowess on
the battlefield; indeed, justice and tolerance were among his
weapons. They were tools he used to advance his imperial project.
His example provides inspiration to all sorts of would-be conquerors.
But it provides an equally useful study for anti-imperialists
to see how such a determined and cunning man could reshape not
one but two civilizations through military and political force.
Most important of all might be the lesson he provides on the folly
of empire, though the chances of the right people learning from
that lesson must be counted as nugatory. They certainly won’t
learn it from Oliver Stone’s terrible film.