For his latest movie director David Ayer (Street Kings, End Of Watch) moves the action from the streets of LA to WWII as the Allies make their final push in the European Theatre. A tired and battle-hardened army sergeant Don “Wardaddy” Collier (Brad Pitt) has killed Germans in Africa, France and Belgium and now he’s killing Germans in Germany. For his latest mission he has to take his Sherman tank and fiercely loyal crew on what is a near-suicide mission behind enemy lines where they are outnumbered and outgunned.
If you look at the story, it doesn’t look like anything you’ve never seen before and the characters seem to have been plucked from various other war movies that preceded this one. But everyone in this movie seems to have gone above and beyond to let you experience firsthand the hell that is war. Whether it’s Pitt, the hick nutjob played by Jon Bernthal, the newbie (Logan Lerman), the trash-talking and hard-drinking Michael Peña, the bible thumper (Shia LaBeouf) or the bodies that get reduced to minced meat when FURY (the tank) rolls over them, everyone is giving it their all. Hell, you can practically smell the inside of that tank!
As they head deeper and deeper into enemy territory, Pitt and his crew find themselves taking beating after beating Rocky-style and become slightly more dehumanized with every blow that is struck. And by the time this ragtag bunch stares down 300 SS soldiers in a broken down tank, you got the message loud and clear… war is cruel and vicious and will leave no man unscathed.