It has already been alleged on movie buff blogs (that I started monitoring after watching this last February) that this is a straight up propaganda film made to glorify war, Jesus, and Halliburton (not necessarily in that order). This meme is going to be more mainstream now that the trailer is out, and people can see just how awesome this film is going to be. The case will be bolstered (falsely) by the fact that reviewers are going to quickly note that there is no second guessing by the operators about what they are doing and who they are doing it to. There is no renegade douchebag (Charlie Sheen) character fighting his demons and endangering his comrades.
So here's a taste of Huff Po:
...there are a few things it doesn't have: There are no corrupt officers, no damaged heroes, no queasy doubts about the value of the mission or the virtue of the cause. That's because "Act of Valor" was born not in Hollywood, but in the Pentagon...This may be the U.S. armed forces' first feature-length recruiting film, but it's far from the first time unsuspecting audiences have been treated to Pentagon propaganda at the movies...
Which is, as you would expect, patently false and essentially propaganda in its own right. Famously (not famous enough as it turns out), NSW completely blew off the official process at the DOD level where military assets and members are used to support a film project. They basically thought it up and did it, and presented what was essentially a fait accompli to the Pentagon. Fortunately, the end product was so outstanding that the Pentagon quickly realized the absurdity of fighting it and went along.
There's another issue as well. When the NSW leadership "voluntold" these guys to do the film for zero compensation, the reciprocation was that they were not going to be asked to tell a story or perform an operational act that they didn't believe was true to the Teams. Rather than a top down imposition of Pentagon propaganda, this film is precisely the opposite. This is a grass roots effort by the SEAL operators themselves who were very mindful of their roles as the direct representatives of the SEAL community past and present.
The only currency that has any value in the SEAL Teams is your reputation. These operators well understood that not only their reputations, but the eternal legacy of the SEAL Teams was at risk here. To allow a bean counting Public Affairs Officer from the Pentagon control over their image and that of the Teams was unthinkable. These guys knew that they would be the de facto representatives of the Teams for a generation, and especially since they are not going to see a dime out of this, their only motivation was to represent us all in the best possible way.
I'd call that taking pride in your work, not propaganda.
UPDATE #1: Race Card...Check!
This review is so absurd that it's not worth refuting. Rather, its "value" lies in the smug arrogance of its own false assumptions.
...The two heroes are necessarily strong, healthy, fertile, heterosexual white Americans with beautiful wives and loving children...The same goes for our so-called heroes, whom we are supposed to empathise with because we see them kissing their wives and children goodbye, drinking manly beers together on the beach, slapping each other on the back and engaging in forced banter. But because they have to be pure heroes, they never experience any kind of dilemma or show weakness. The film comes across as some kind of teenage wet dream based on abstracted ideals that Navy SEALs are supposed to represent, with the result that the two main characters are absolutely perfect and completely dull...
There's more if you're interested, but you're probably not. I find it particularly interesting that the SEALs in the film are being criticized and mocked for being strong, confident, and having a loving family. Referring to a life of service as a Navy SEAL as a "teenage wet dream based on abstracted ideals", especially when the guys in the film are literally playing themselves is incredible for the implicit admission that the writer is a moral and physical coward of the first order wracked by simultaneous paroxyms of guilt and envy. I'm glad that I don't know what its like to walk the streets with that level of delusional self loathing. Have fun with that, brother. Peace!