. . . this treatment of the French crackpot Napoleon to be far more accurate than the upcoming Phoenix Project. NAPOLEON (1959) faithfully depicts its title character as a clueless popinjay, more concerned about misplaced suspenders than the vast army of his countrymen he negligently lost in Russia. One of the Globe's most blood-thirsty mass slayers, the tiny lieutenant would have given France a bad name had that despised region not been well underground at the very bottom of Humanity's totem pole already. When I was growing up, there was a joke going around the Humanities Department that went something like this: "How many Napoleons does it take to screw in a light bulb? None, because they're not up to any useful task."