American Warships is a thoroughly enjoyable movie from start to finish.
** Disclaimer ** I saw this movie in a theater setting which is quite a different experience from watching it at home alone on Syfy. I attended the "world premiere" of the pre-lawsuit-verdict American Battleship in Wilmington, NC, where it was filmed. Despite living in Wilmington, I was not an extra in the movie nor do I know anyone who is in the movie or worked on the movie. I have, however, toured the USS North Carolina, one of the stars of the movie.
** Spoiler Alert ** I unabashedly spoil the movie with this entire review.
One of the things I most appreciate about American Warships is how the director and most of the actors play the movie completely straight even though it is clearly a parody of blockbusters (like, hmm, Battleship?). Mario Van Peebles is an absolute gas as the captain of "The Big Stick" and he unflinchingly delivers some hilarious lines (like the Milton Bradley-esque "They are NOT going to sink my battleship!").
On a more serious note, I also appreciated that his relationship with Johanna Watts never emphasized its biracial aspect. They are just two foxy people who have the hots for each other (although the writers and actors do whimsically play on the whole commander/subordinate/master/slave kinky sex angle. Actually, I'm exaggerating a bit there, but I have your attention now).
What can I say about the special effects? Um, they don't obscure the storyline? Despite seeing it on the big screen, I could never see the wires. Of course, the whole damn point of the story is that low-tech can sometimes beat high-tech -- so there! The writers do have a bit of fun with the low tech/high tech contrasts with some utterly ridiculous plot lines – including rigging up a VHS (or was it Beta?) camcorder because the newer electronic components are destroyed by the aliens' EMP weapon.
For the most part the actors play their roles earnestly with very few sitcom "laugh lines". The only notable exception is April Wilson's quippy ship doctor whose brusque dismissal of a too-far-gone wounded sailor had the audience howling. Also, watch for Mandela Van Peebles, who is given one thing to do in the movie, which he repeats several times. In fact, they may have only filmed him in one scene and simply replayed it three or four times.
In order for this movie to work as a parody, it has to hit every cliché in the alien-invasion-military-action movie genre. American Warships delivers. Last command for the captain before retirement? Check. Aging vessel no longer fit for duty? Check. If the captain can't defeat the aliens, nuclear war will begin _in minutes_? Check. No one believes the attacks are caused by aliens? Check. This movie could easily spawn a drinking game where each introduction of an action movie cliché requires taking a drink – but for this movie, you are advised just to take a sip only. Otherwise, you'll never make it to the second half of the movie.
No review of this movie is complete without mentioning Carl Weathers' massive calves. In one of the opening scenes, we see Carl Weathers, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, jogging back to his (presumably suburban Washington, DC) home, but you simply can't take your eyes off his colossal calves. While Carl Weathers' face has aged considerably since his Apollo Creed beat Rocky Balboa to a bloody pulp (twice!), he is still an intimidating figure (which makes some of his later scenes with the less-than-intimidating Elijah Chester as the Secretary of State all the more funny).
All in all, if you can only see one movie this summer that features a battleship fighting off an alien invasion, make it American Warships.