Director: David Ayer
Cast: Brad Pitt, Shia LaBeouf, Logan Lerman
Brad Pitt's Fury is the first one off the block from the long list of war movies to hit the screens this year, and, quite inevitably, it will be compared with the one true king of of war movies. Is it better than Saving Private Ryan? Absolutely not. Is it really terrible then? Again, absolutely not.
Director David Ayer's Fury hangs somewhere in between, saved by its brilliant action sequences and equally impressive acting by everybody involved, even by the perennially teary eyed Shia LaBeouf.
The movie does a great job of introducing tanks as the weapons of mass destruction, after feeding us with fighter jets and navy destroyers for some immensely power-packed, adrenaline fueled war movies in the past. It is hard to imagine a turtle-paced tank with nothing but a barrel and some machine guns to wreak havoc in enemy ranks. But hey, Fury will prove you wrong.
Ayer has done a spectacular job with the action scenes, complete with green sinister Nazi bullets being fired at indestructible tanks and all the blood and gore you can or cannot imagine. Surely, this film is not recommended for the faint of heart.
Talking of the film's plot, and we cannot but overlook the fact that it is one more in the long list of American propaganda war film. Second World War is breathing its final breath and a platoon of American soldiers has been assigned the dangerous task of going behind enemy lines into a Nazi-infested Germany itself.
The focus of this story is a tank called Fury, led by Don ‘Wardaddy’ Collier (Pitt) and his merry band of brothers. A young amateur typist (Lerman) is assigned to the stonehearted soldiers to make a soldier out of him too and he will be your window to life in a war. He starts off as a soft, kind little kid with not a sliver of bloodlust in his heart but that isn’t going to last for long… He is fighting the very easily hate-able Nazis. Within just 10-15 minutes he goes from ‘I can’t kill anyone’ to ‘best job ever’. Of course it always helps if you are fighting the Nazis and not the Vietnamese (Full Metal Jacket), makes loving American soldiers easier.
Fury and other tanks launch into the German territory and after a number of fights and battles, our hero tank is the one left, only to fight the ultimate ‘boss’ in the game: about 200-300 Nazis against these five (Somewhat like Gerald Butler’s 300, only this time the war is in 1945 Germany and not in 480 BC Persia).
As said earlier, the movie is saved only by its action sequences and failed by the desperate attempt at stuffing in some scenes of emotional/cerebral worth like the excruciatingly long scene where Pitt and Lerman land inside a house with two German women. The kids make love, Brad Pitt gets topless, shaves, washes hair, they cook omelets, they read gospels, they get angry at one another and none of this helps the story in any way. It's just 20-something minutes of sheer nothingness.
But all of this was worth it when we finally got to see some tank against tank or tank against a full army action. The climax of the movie will be counted as one of the best war scenes in recent times where just five men try to take out a whole army of Nazis. We suggest you watch this movie only in a theatre to enjoy it to its full extent. Headphones and small laptops screens can do no justice to the fury of canons and machine guns… oh and tanks, don’t forget the tanks.