FURY is not so much a film to enjoy as it is a film to experience.
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Just as our protagonist Norman Ellison (Logan Lerman) is thrust from the army typing pool into the front-line role of tank gunner after only eight weeks service, so too is the audience catapulted into the brutality of war.
It is April, 1945 and US forces are making inroads into a Nazi Germany that is determined to fight to the bitter end.
Writer and director David Ayer (Training Day, End of Watch) keeps the mood intense and claustrophobic, both inside the tank and out.
Using a bleak palette of grey and green, there is something unworldly about the shattered landscapes of war torn Germany which only highlights the inhuman acts that Norman witnesses both on and off the battlefield.
Ayer has assembled a superb cast as the crew of Fury, a US Sherman Tank.
The talented Logan (The Perks of Being a Wallflower) makes a convincing rookie who, through the influence of his crew, transforms into a soldier capable of gunning down Nazis by the dozen.
Brad Pitt is US Army staff sergeant Don “Wardaddy” Collier, a battle hardened leader who bullies and manipulates his crew to get results, but when left alone has moments where it becomes clear that his scars are not just physical.
Rounding out the crew are John Bernthal (TV’s The Walking Dead), Ayers alumni John Peña (TV’s Gracepoint) and Shia LaBeouf. Although his offscreen antics might not make him an audience favourite, there is no doubt that LaBeouf isn’t acting, he is inhabiting. I’m not sure who would win in a competition to determine who in this film is the deepest in character: Pitt or LaBeouf.
Ayers keeps the tension up with death potentially lurking behind every corner. The four versus one tank battle is tremendous and dispels the movie myth which has tanks explode with a minimum of damage.
An effective but still inferior companion piece to Saving Private Ryan, the carnage depicted in Fury will stay with you long after the lights come up.
This Is Where I Leave You
THERE’S no doubt that director Shawn Levy sure knows how to assemble an amazing ensemble cast.
His Night At The Museum trilogy (part three is released later this year) attracted an enviable cast which managed to transcend the cheesy material.
In This Is Where I Leave You, Levy has done it again, and this time the script reaches the heights of the star-studded ensemble, just.
After finding his wife in bed with his boss, the traumatised Judd Altman (Jason Bateman) is forced to return to his childhood home when his father passes away.
Spending a week with his family in shiva at the request of his father, a Jewish tradition of seven days of mourning (even though his parents are not Jewish), deep-rooted dysfunctions arise to comedic effect.
Wendy (the brilliant Tina Fey) is divorced with two children, one of whom has just learnt to use the potty and is prepared to demonstrate his new skills just about everywhere.
Older brother Paul (Corey Stoll) is having trouble impregnating his clucky wife (Kathryn Hahn), who just happens to be one off Judd’s exes.
Younger brother Phillip (Adam Driver seemingly contractually required to appear in every film this year) is the problem child who has brought along his psychiatrist (and lover). And matriarch of the family Hilary (a radiant Jane Fonda) has bought herself a new set of breasts. You know the rest.
Screenwriter Jonathan adapts his own novel and manages to strike that perfect balance where every character gets their own moments and no performance dominates the film.
Not exactly laugh a minute but rather a movie that will keep you smiling throughout.
This Is Where I Leave You doesn’t break any new ground in the family comedy stakes but is worth the price of admission just to see the cast in action.
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