You have to feel for Michael Bay: he clearly put his entire heart into this attempt at prestige picture respectability, and he films the Pearl Harbor attack as though he was put on this earth to do it, and yet the result was one of the biggest box office disappointments of his career. If this had come out just one summer later, the public might have eaten up Bay's tale of square-jawed American gumption and heroics.
Affleck and Hartnett are very sexy here, but it's inappropriate and unfortunate that that's all I have to say about it. I think this movie happened because Titanic happened, but the people behind this one don't seem to understand that there's nothing inherently romantic about the attack on Pearl Harbor. Someone should have told them.