An impressively solid World War II movie of the kind they don't make anymore.
While these orgies of violence are staged with tense, gruesome precision, they don't convey much beyond what we already know. Namely, that war is hell. Message received.
Pitt, who at 50 still looks great with his shirt off, has the gruff charisma to play a dauntless soldier with killer courage and a vestigial streak of humanity.
It's an "unflinching" account of war -- "unflinching," in quotes, because every moment of the film is composed to grind your face into the muck and be proud of itself for doing so.
Pitt is at the top of his game, playing a man who has forgotten whatever he used to be and has wholly embraced his role in this war.
Led by Pitt, who sublimates his persona so deeply into Wardaddy that you can forget about his movie star baggage, the cast is exceptional.
"Fury" is literally visceral-a kind of war horror film, which is, of course, what good combat films should be.
No doubt writer-director David Ayer went to painstaking lengths in re-creating details of the period: But his ambitious efforts will just leave audiences feeling battle-fatigued.
This is an intense movie, with taut, expertly depicted tank battles and a believable sense of camaraderie among the characters.