What starts out as the making of the usual war-glorifying TV documentary about a heroic aircraft carrier crew towards the dosing days of the Pacific War becomes a rather more profound look at the wherefore behind the courage -- a black guy saving the same bunch of prejudiced rednecks who had been persecuting him because he couldn't distinguish face color in the dark, sailors being more frightened of disobeying the captain's questionable orders than of the Japs, a chaplain priest who courted death because of his shame about having VI). Producer Bill Josephs has the not-so-unenviable task of placating the World War II and still gung ho navy vets who are constantly getting into trouble (when they're not crawling into bed) with his flipped-out hotshot hippie camera crew, plus the peacenik demonstrators endlessly protesting the wrong war at the navy salvage yard, plus his own son, Brad, who makes his stand against the right war in a way most conducive to spending a couple of years in jail. The frenzied hijinks of movie-making and sex join amiably with just the right amount of superficial soul-searching into What Price Glory.