“Best job ever!”
Fury is a thrilling war movie.
Nothing gorgeous like a Pitt movie that eases with an emotional frenzy, spectacular action and head-bursting gore. You top it with great actors like Labeouf, Bernthal and Pena, you have got yourself a team of awesomeness that can work wonders given proper screen time. Comes wrapped to all of that is a great screenplay that furbishes an already great yet wicked tale of WWII.
Ayer buffs up his game in the World War flick with a tank called Fury and ravages everything that reads German through it. As it tramples dead soldiers, and battles fierce tanks like Tiger, glimpses from top-notch games like Call of Duty and Company of Heroes come gushing in. The score oozes out brilliance and works like a charm in the background, and uplifts everything that read blood.
Ayer gave a great deal of attention to the flick’s presentation. He eases into the beginning with a war planet, a Kraut and a white horse and fades away with the crossroads that Fury never left. He puts in a novice behind the wheel for us to watch the sadistic world around him through a typist eyes. One of the great bits from the flick is the conversation that disrupts the peace in the German’s house showing true colours of what savage is, through Bernthal’s exceptional acting. The strategy Wardaddy forces on and the teamwork that Fury bears, reflect the war reality with pizazz.
Pitt’s acting demands a definite ovation at times like when he bursts open the dam of wrath on finding a Kraut who was being taken in for questioning, or when he helps Lerman grow a pair. Death lurks around as the movie climaxes. The team joins their leader into the pits of fire, as the Wardaddy calls Fury his home.