It's also interesting to look at a true visual spectacle picture, The Four Feathers of 1939, and compare it to a recent Hollywood remake. The original is still stunning with its color photography of North Africa and its huge armies of extras. Some politically incorrect Kipling-esque dervishes and fuzzy-wuzzies, white-man's burden attitude is detectable, but this is more toned down than you might expect. A story is told faithful in its broadest outlines to history although the mainline plot is bunk.
Hollywood's recent remake substitutes a lot of computer wizardry for spectacle where none is needed, then unaccountably writes the very-much-needed climactic battle of Omdurman completely out of the picture.
They still make feel-good human-interest or comic movies on trivial stuff. Will Jack Nicholson find love with Diane Keaton or will she go for Keanu Reeves? But they've lost their way on everything else.
Location filming in Paris was out of the question at any budget unless you were a German filmmaker. "I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue."