Did you know war is hell? Fury spends a lot of time reminding you of that as it follows the crew of a single tank called Fury in the waning days of World War II. Brad Pitt, as Sergeant Don "Wardaddy" Collier, leads his men through apocalyptic scenes of devastation, with body parts from soldiers on both sides of the conflict strewn everywhere. But there is a bit of a sense that writer/director David Ayer wants to have it both ways with Fury: He wants to assure us that war is hell, but he also can't resist slipping in a super-kewl squicky moment where a tank tread bursts a Nazi's skull like Gallagher in his prime. Collier is simultaneously a haunted man who's been hollowed out by war, and a stoic, badass leader. Part of this schizoid sensation comes from Steven Price's score, which at times sounds like ghostly, distant voices—are they singing or moaning in pain or warning us to go back before it's too late?—but also occasionally cues up the action beats like a dumb-and-proud-of-it John Wayne war picture. by Paul Constant