An interesting and gritty film about life, love, honor and stubbornness on a Hawaiian military base in pre-WWII Japan.
Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr made kissing on the beach into a near-drowning experience, but it's only a small part of the tale. The story intertwines three men: one, a newly-transferred private from the bugle corps, who left because he quit boxing and didn't want to be badgered into doing it again. Boy, did he come to the wrong place. His captain, a boxing fan with a champion team, makes his life hell trying to convince him otherwise.
Enter the soon-to-be buddy, Frank Sinatra. Playing in type as the tough kid from New Jersey, he decides he likes his stubborn companion and takes his side at every opportunity. Unfortunately, Frank likes to drink, he doesn't like to work, and these kinds of things don't fly in the army.
While this is going on, the sergeant winds up in a different kind of trouble. Woman-trouble, as he takes up with the unhappy wife of the commander.
None of this bodes well for our troubled trio, and by the time December 7, 1941 rolls around, they're already in over their heads.
Personally, I felt rather neutral about this movie, and can't find much to recommend it.