One scene I particularly enjoyed was Alexander, on campaign somewhere in Asia, sits down to his daily papyrus review, while the camera hovers over his shoulder.
The employment of Greeklish seems a bit odd, but I find this little touch of ancient literacy very appealing, and not out of keeping with Alexander's obviously formidable intellect, nourished in his youth by Aristotle personally.
Plutarch's Alexander biography has a marvelous scene where Hephaestion and Alexander, alone in their tent at night, are at work going over the daily correspondence. Hephaestion deletes the spam and passes the important mails on for Alexander to deliberate. A. unrolls a papyrus from his Mom, takes off his ring and blows upon it, an indication to H. that her words are to be classified top secret.
Scholars continue to debate about whatever romantic or sexual interests may have existed between the two of them, but for me this little story from Plutarch sums up their whole relationship. After all, how many husbands or wives or partners do you know who would want to examine their mate's emails every day, or who share the same userid or passwords?