G.I. Jane: Critic Reviews

It ends up being an unfulfilling exercise in pseudo-feminism.

A rabid piece of militaristic pulp with a crucial and commercially shrewd difference: The hero, the soft clay to be molded into a steely instrument of death, is a woman.

From 1997, a movie that explores whether a woman has the grit, the strength and the nerve to survive Navy SEAL training, with a bald Demi Moore sweating, swearing, smoking cigars and fighting in head-to-head combat to prove that she can.

Unrealistic execution of an intriguing idea - a woman in the Navy SEALS. Moore is intimidating - and built! Viggo Mortensen gives an excellent early performance.

The problem isn't that Ridley Scott is the Leni Riefenstahl of the U.S. military industrial complex, but that the man has no politics at all . . .

Shows how zeal can be a spiritual dynamo bringing out the best that is in us.

Moore's typically prickly demeanor, often cited by her detractors as her biggest liability as an actress, actually works to her advantage here, as she unearths the voracious ambition in Jordan's soul.

Scott oversells every shot.