So-so court-martial melodrama in the vein of The Caine Mutiny, juiced up with several megatons of Star Power: Tom Cruise, Jack Nicholson, Demi Moore, and, a couple of comparative firecrackers, Kiefer Sutherland and Kevin Bacon. It's intermittently entertaining, though never dramatically involving, to watch these people throwing everything they've got into the glibly burbling script -- the brisk business of examination, cross, and redirect; the four-minute court sessions before recess; the zingers ("You know nothing about the law. You're a used-car salesman"); the arias of rage and despair; the quotable quotes; the mandatory drunk scene. The effect is not unlike one of those musical jokes in which an operatic heavyweight goes to town on a ditty by Burt Bacharach or Neil Diamond. It all sounds so written; it all looks so acted. And Rob Reiner, who's got TV cables and F-type connectors where other people have veins and arteries, directs the proceedings (preferably in closeup) as though they were taking place not in a court of law but on a court of basketball, with spectacular slam-dunks and shot-blocks and the crowd on its feet. (1992) — Duncan Shepherd
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