In my world, this movie counts as pornography. And the reason is just there in that picture, on the left, in the white dress uniform.
Viggo Mortensen + short shorts + D. H. Lawrence poetry + bad ass attitude = HAPPY DR JANE!!!!!!!!
Master Chief Jack Urgayle is an asshole who literally pulls no punches. The fight scene during S.E.R.E. Training is brutal and Ridley handles its direction with the consummate professionalism that characterises his films. The sexual atmosphere Ridley creates between Urgayle and O'Neil is instantaneous and he keeps it just below a rolling boil through the entire picture, making that last scene in the locker room feel like a culmination, rather than a cheesy cliche. And I think it probably gave birth to a lot of fanfiction. I haven't looked yet, but maybe some day I will. This was my first Viggo movie that I saw when I was sixteen. I suppose you could say it's responsible for a lot of things.
Oh yeah, Demi Moore is in this too, but trust me, that's not the reason to watch it. Viggo. Short shorts. Boo-yah.