Starring Brad Pitt, Shia LaBouef, Logan Lerman, Michael Pena and Jon Bernthal.
Written and directed by David Ayers. 135 minutes long.
It's 1945 the allies are deep inside Germany and the end days of the Second World War are imminent, but alas not for the crew of the tank Fury lead by, Sgt Wardaddy and his crew of Nazi-loathing, battle-hardened vets. They've been together since the D-Day landings and Sgt Wardaddy has sworn to protect them to the end. When their driver has his face literally blown off he's replaced by wet-behind-the-ears, army typist, Norman (Logan Lerman) who's never killed before and it's his baptism of fire we witness first hand as he goes from wide-eyed virgin to bloodied killer and member of the crew with his own nickname, Machine.
With his amazing ability to survive time after time, it's hardly surprising when Wardaddy and the crew of Fury are sent to defend a cross-roads from a battalion of retreating Nazis. Trouble is our American boys hates those Nazises with a passion and the sides are set for a brutal fight to the death!
This is a gritty, grim and grisly affair with brutal action that never spares the gore or the awful truth that even when it's in the name of the only just war ever fought on planet Earth, war isn't just hell, it's hell with a fucking capital H. Breaking no new ground or tradition this is your classic war movie but told through the lens of the 21st century.
The action and acting is good, especially from Pitt and LaBouef but it's no Saving Private Ryan. Still it was satisfying enough.
Although my major quibble was that it made no attempt to explain how Nick Fury got his eye patch.