Fury finds its creator in familiar hellish men-with-guns territory

Pin It
  • Fury

Several years ago, my colleague Mike D'Angelo attempted a rather audacious experiment. While covering the 2007 Cannes Film Festival, he attended all the films in the festival's competition slate completely blind as to what he was going to see: not the title, not the premise, not the stars, not the director, nothing. It was in part an experiment in the relative effect of surprise vs. expectation, but I personally found it intriguing to speculate how long it might take—considering Cannes' usual lineup of established, world-class filmmakers—to figure out the director if the credits did not come at the beginning of a film. How singularly identifiable, I wondered, was any given auteur's fingerprint?

I flash back to this unique critical enterprise thanks to Fury, a period war epic by a director known for cinematic subject matter—modern-day crime-fighters—pretty distinct from period war epics. I wish I'd had the opportunity to watch Fury without knowing that it was written and directed by David Ayer, because I like to think eventually I'd have been able to identify his handiwork, much to my dismay.

At the outset, Fury feels like a pretty bold approach to a brothers-in-arms soldier story. The in medias res opening finds the five-man crew of the U.S. Sherman tank nicknamed "Fury" in a hell of a mess: broken down and alone in the middle of a German battlefield in April 1945, one member of the team already dead and the odds of survival looking pretty bleak. And instead of rallying together, these guys seem barely able to tolerate one another. The tank's commander, Sgt. "Wardaddy" Collier (Brad Pitt) doesn't just verbally berate his men, including engineer "Coon-Ass" Travis (Jon Bernthal); he literally kicks the crap out of them. Throughout much of the first half of Fury, there's a vibe of barely concealed contempt between most of the men, especially when the team's dead member is replaced by combat virgin Pvt. Norman Ellison (Logan Lerman). It's not merely hazing; it's a sense of complete disdain for the guys you need to protect your back.

Yet that exact dynamic is also why Fury begins to drift inexorably into something that's obviously "a David Ayer movie"—and that's not a great thing if you're not on his wavelength. As the screenwriter of Training Day and the writer/director of movies like End of Watch and this year's Sabotage, Ayer has focused his attention on men—and it's almost always men—who have to trust one another with their lives, even at times when someone is morally compromised. It's thematic material that's great at creating viscerally intense moments, but while Ayer has a knack for making his gritty violence feel real—and Fury offers more trauma inflicted on human bodies than Saving Private Ryan's Omaha Beach opening—he's not nearly as successful at finding reality in his characters.

Instead, he turns to something rudimentary in the central relationship between Collier and Ellison, in which Collier becomes exactly the "Wardaddy" mentor to the terrified rookie suggested by his nickname. There's a certain daring to the complexity Ayer tries to give Collier—playing both the Berenger and Dafoe roles from Platoon, his own traumatic experiences visible in the scars on his back and his hidden emotional breakdowns—and Pitt pitches his performance in a way that evokes his cocky commander character from Inglourious Basterds while also deepening it. Yet neither that character nor any of the others ultimately feel like they matter all that much to where Fury is going as it builds to the tank team's climactic suicide mission. It's two hours of high tension lacking enough resonance to be truly memorable an hour after you've left the theater.

For plenty of viewers, that two hours of high tension is bound to be enough to make Fury feel genuinely potent. From the life-and-limb threats of the battlefield engagements to an extended scene of some of Collier's men psychologically terrorizing a pair of German women, Ayer succeeds at the fundamental business of reminding us that war is, indeed, hell. It's only a problem if you've grown weary of seeing Ayer say more or less the same thing about the lives of all men trying to keep us safe. That's his signature at the bottom of his work: Everything is hell.


click to enlarge 2.jpg


Rated R · 134 minutes · 2014
Director: David Ayer
Producer: Bill Block, David Ayer, Ethan Smith, John Lesher, Brad Pitt, Sasha Shapiro, Anton Lessine, Alex Ott and Ben Waisbren
Cast: Brad Pitt, Shia LaBeouf, Logan Lerman, Michael Peña, Jon Bernthal, Jason Isaacs, Brad Henke, Jim Parrack, Xavier Samuel, Scott Eastwood, Kevin Vance, Anamaria Marinca, Alicia Rittberg, Laurence Spellman and Daniel Betts
Pin It

Now Playing

Sorry there are no upcoming showtimes for Fury


More by Scott Renshaw

Latest in Film Reviews

  • Symbol Minded

    At least Inferno brings some goofiness to its absurd plot.
    • Oct 26, 2016
  • Fall Flicks

    Our picks for the "awards season" movies most worth getting excited about.
    • Oct 19, 2016
  • Making a Statement

    American Honey offers a terrific slice of life, whenever it's not trying too hard.
    • Oct 12, 2016
  • More »


Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

What others are saying (10)

Memphis Flyer Fury They don't make well-crafted war films like this any more. by Chris McCoy 10/24/2014
NUVO Review: Fury Fury tries to tell the truth and nothing but about WWII, but Brad Pitt's abs get in the way. by Ed Johnson-Ott 10/16/2014
New Times San Luis Obispo Review: Fury Ken Korman on Brad Pitt’s turn as a World War II Army sergeant by Ken Korman 10/20/2014
7 more reviews...
Indy Week Movie review: Realistic tank warfare and murky ethics in Fury The maxim "ideals are peaceful; history is violent" saturates a bleak World War II film starring Brad pitt by Neil Morris 10/15/2014
Inlander Battle Fatigue Fury finds its creator in familiar hellish men-with-guns territory by Scott Renshaw 10/15/2014
Creative Loafing Charlotte Fury: A Direct Hit Rating: *** by Matt Brunson 10/17/2014
Seven Days Fury by Rick Kisonak 10/22/2014
Connect Savannah Review: Fury About as unsentimental a war movie as has ever barreled across the movie screen. by Matt Brunson 10/14/2014
Gambit Review: Fury Ken Korman on Brad Pitt’s turn as a World War II Army sergeant by Ken Korman 10/20/2014
Portland Mercury Canned Meat Brad Pitt returns to WWII in Fury. by Erik Henriksen 10/15/2014

Readers also liked…

  • Where Are the Women?

    A critic's year-long deep-dive into the way movies portray one half of humanity.
    • May 11, 2016
  • Beasts of One Notion

    Zootopia depends entirely on its well-intentioned allegory about prejudice.
    • Mar 2, 2016

© 2016 Salt Lake City Weekly

Website powered by Foundation