Later on he calls Stone a "fucking dickhead" for cutting his lines in Alexander by half. You have to hand it to Jonathan Rhys Meyers -- at least he's honest. Ass-licking Hollywood pros always rhapsodise over their directors and their co-stars but Rhys Meyers, to his credit, simply tells it like it is. His anecdotes are peppered with (impressive) impressions of Oliver Stone, Colin Farrell, Val Kilmer, Woody Allen, Scarlett Johansson. Even Mick Lally gets a mention.
Lally (yes, that Mick Lally; Miley from Glenroe) makes a fleeting appearance in Alexander and, according to Rhys Meyers, Oliver Stone couldn't comprehend his thick, Irish brogue. Not one word of it. "He kept going up to Val Kilmer saying (Rhys Meyers hunches his shoulders, raises his arms to his ears and adopts a whiney, American Oliver Stone-like accent), 'What the fuck is this guy saying?' And Val is saying, 'I don't fucking know.'"
I may be in a lonely crowd, but I love this movie so very, very much. Faults and all, it was just a whole lot of right. Perfect casting. They're all so camp. Like a list of Hollywood's Who Not to Cast and Mix Together If You Want to Avoid a Total Disaster. I suppose people who watch it as this great dramatic epic come away disappointed; but the over-acting and cheesy dialogue, they rubbed me just right. The movie is fucking funny. Oh God, I can't wait for the director's cut.
Please let there be a making of -document of the ego parade.