To employ a properly military analogy this film feels like a tired, none too bright straggler rejoining his unit long after better, smarter soldiers with names like "Battleground", "Objective Burma" and "Air Force" have checked in. And the fact that it was written by the son of Hollywood's chief censor while a third of it is comprised of stock footage only adds to its general air of dopeyness and unoriginality. C minus.
Review of Breakthrough
