Oh my...where to start with this one. A noble effort from the start, but almost painfully so. Bay's attempt to recreate the feel of a 1940s war picture feels strained and contrived, and fatally unfocused. Randal Wallace's script has cheese and self conscious earnestness to spare. But that attack sequence, oh that attack sequence, may be the finest thing Bay has ever directed. An unwieldy mess, but not without merits.
I absolutely hate Michael Bay with a flaming insane passion. This isn't my most hated, but it is pretty close. The reason why I give it a relatively decent rating is only for the actual attack on Pearl Harbor which is incredible and amazing. It is the coolest thing about that movie. The love triangle between Ben Affleck, Josh Hartnett, and Kate Beckinsale; gag me with a spoon. I could do without that.
Not as bad as it could be. It's enjoyable in parts, with some scenes reminiscent to Titanic and the glamour of The Aviator. It's not as good as the others, but it achieves what a film of its stature should do. I found interesting the All-American message, especially because Hollywood is often said to have no national identity. It's an interesting film for that.