Written and Directed by David Ayer.
Starring Brad Pitt, Shia LeBeouf, Logan Lerman, Michael Pena.
Yes, movies are a visual medium but without a coherent story, a movie crumbles like a house of cards. Such is the case with WWII flick Fury, which chronicles the misadventures of a tank crew in the final days of the war in Germany.
Consisting of Don “Wardaddy” Collier (Brad Pitt), Boyd “Bible” Swan (Shia LaBeouf), gunner; Grady “Coon-Ass” Travis (Jon Bernthal), loader, Trini “Gordo” Garcia (Michael Peña), driver and new assistant driver/bow gunner Norman Ellison (Logan Lerman), the movie examines the trials and tribulations of this group of soldiers through unflinching albeit exciting battle sequences and also, awkward male bonding scenes.
As much as the movie tries to humanize the conflict, the implausible plot makes it difficult to take the tale at face value. Ostensibly, the plot revolves around Ellison’s character development from novice to hero but this is executed in such an unconvincing manner that it is almost impossible to logically accept it.
At least, I presume that that is what the film is about. Without that elemental construct running through the narrative, the movie becomes confused and meaningless. If we look at Fury as a story about the tank crew, then it is unfathomable – it begins at a point in the tale late in the day where the crew have been through hell and there is a strong sense of history amongst the five of them. There is a hint of how Wardaddy has guided the crew through surviving the war intact but this binding principle disintegrates due to an illogical (and highly random) sequence of events which forces the Wardaddy and crew to make a last stand. All of which provides an unsatisfactory denouement.
That all said, there is much to admire visually about Fury. Visceral action sequences provide the highlights if you can ignore the numerous plot holes and uneven dramatic pacing along the way. Average movie making in the main.