Robert. Fucking. Krasker.
Simply incredible scope, and that's applicable in every possible sense. Like most of the classical Hollywood epics, it certainly drags at times, but when you're so engrossed in its world, it hardly seems to matter, and when it looks this beautiful (Robert. Fucking. Krasker.), it's practically impossible to complain.
Heston and Loren are both in fine form, and though their range of emotion could likely serve to be a little broader, their performances come across as less wooden than they do statue-esque, which only adds to the sense of mythos, and history.