Demi Moore is the first woman ever selected to undergo training as a Navy SEAL. It's supposedly a great honor, and it will certainly help her career, but there's a problem: Many bad men in the Navy do not want her to be a SEAL. This is the central conflict in Ridley Scott's G.I. Jane, but it's hard to keep your mind on Moore's problems as she's beaten, shot at, almost drowned and constantly harassed through her grueling, graphically brutal training. Instead, the viewer has other questions: Who is Moore's character? Why did she join the Navy in the first place? Why does she put up with this? Why do the movie's producers think that the Navy prepares men to fight by nearly killing them? Why are all the scenes of poor grunts being driven to kill themselves set to annoying Motown music? Although the movie is actually in a position to answer some fundamental questions about the nature of military life and gender relations, it stops short every time, preferring to focus on Moore's eighth-inch haircut and obsession with one-handed push-ups. If you're looking for a film that addresses a woman's place in a combat unit, keep waiting. If you want a film where a woman can get big muscles and shoot guns and have her husband still love her, here you are.
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