Fawn Brodie's psychohistory of the man was more illuminating, about his dwarfish libido and petty sottishness and miserable family, than the MTV jump-cuts we get from the movie.
It's not, after all, as if they were Model T Fords, with the second Henry out to avenge his father, a hapless Esel, at the expense of his grandfather, Henry I, the anti-Semitic crackpot, soybean fetishist and hater of jazz and golf, while everyone else in the family descends into sex, sottishness, landgrab, megalomania and Eurotrash.