As the title implies it's a film that takes itself verrrrrry seriously. How seriously, exactly? Well, let's just say that had Stanley Kramer grown up Japanese and collaborated with a screenwriter with even less humor than Abby Mann this could well have been the result. Or, to put it another way, the soapbox is as ubiquitous to this film as the dolly. Bottom line: No way am I signing on for nine plus hours of this stiff crap. Give it a C.
