- The World Wars of Brad Pitt…
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. The first time we meet Collier, he tackles a Nazi off the back of a white horse and stabs him in the eye until he dies. Then he frees the horse—did I mention that it’s white?—and watches it run away across the butchering fields. That scene is a microcosm of Fury as a whole: unflinching in its brutality while still kinda reveling in the coolness of the aforementioned brutality, pausing only to occasionally reflect on a bit of over-obvious symbolism.
Don’t get me wrong: Fury is a well-made movie. The action is intense—I found myself white-knuckling the armrest of my seat during an impeccably choreographed tank battle. Pitt gives his typical solid performance, although without any opportunity to relax…