After invading Germany, the Allies methodically seek to take control of the country and destroy the last vestiges of the Nazi regime.The metal fortresses that roam the countryside are effective killing machines, and a crusty sergeant named Don "Wardaddy" Collier (Brad Pitt) runs a tight ship on the one called Fury.And once that happens, then the movie just becomes a bore, an empty action flick that pretends to be something bigger and more meaningful.
Any intelligent viewer knows the sugar-coated view of World War II many of the propaganda movies of the '40s, '50s, '60s, and even the '70s spoon-fed us didn't accurately reflect what transpired in the fields and woods of Europe, yet it seems Ayer feels compelled to destroy that stereotype.
So what we get is a modern war movie in a period setting, and like oil and water, the two don't really mix.
Wracked with nerves and mercilessly hazed by his cohorts, Norman struggles to get a grip.
Wardaddy takes him under his wing, offering paternal guidance, and as the days go by and he experiences baptism by fire both on and off the battlefield, Norman begins to settle in, understand and participate in the psychedelic culture in which he's been immersed, and come of age.
His team includes an assortment of rough, rollicking, jaded soldiers - the religious Boyd "Bible" Swan (Shia La Beouf), rotund Trini "Gordo" Garcia (Michael Peña), and obnoxious Grady "Coon-Ass" Travis (Jon Bernthal) - but the replacement for his recently killed assistant driver is is about as green as they come.