Tag: Jason Isaacs
Director: David Ayer
Release Date: October 17th, 2014 (US); October 22nd, 2014 (UK)
Genre: Action; Drama; War
Starring: Brad Pitt, Logan Lerman, Shia LaBeouf, Jon Bernthal, Michael Peña
War is a nasty business. Of course, contemplating the nastiness of war isn't a new undertaking, nor is it something that Fury director David Ayer feels compelled to shirk away from. His film is really quite horrendous. We see limbless bodies and bodiless limbs more often than we see rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds of 1945 Nazi Germany. Ayer's intimate tale isn't a fresh concept to the silver screen and it has absolutely been done better before, but there is a lot to admire here.
As World War II nears its conclusion, a Sherman tank troupe commanded by US Army sergeant Don Collier (Brad Pitt) is hurtled into the bloody doldrums of battle in Germany. Fighting through urban wastelands and disfigured countrysides, the 'Fury' group of five must survive via a combination of camaraderie and brute force, all the while depositing innocence at each rotation of their vehicle's caterpillar track.
Ayer localises a grand story and his film is all the better for it. Often, the key to success in the war genre is engaging an audience in the plight of a few whilst also acknowledging the struggle of many. Fury manages this, no doubt aided by a stringently focused narrative that follows a particular group of soldiers. It's their story and we're always in their presence, allowing time (well over two hours of it) for us to empathise with the characters. And while the camera never ventures more than a few feet from at least one of the five, Ayer's induction of a heavy and wearisome tone relentlessly captures the universal toil of war.
These characters don't write the guidelines on positive morality either. In fact, their contribution to the Allied war effort has flurried any goodness purveyed by Collier and his crew. They each have a nickname — fittingly Collier's is Wardaddy. That is not to say the man heralds a thirst for battle, rather it highlights Wardaddy's efficiency in dark turmoil. ("Do as you're told, don't get close to anyone"). Brad Pitt plays him without immediate discernibility, casting doubt not over the sergeant's motives, but over his methods. Ayer's quintessential heroes are nothing of the sort. There are no good guys, only perceived bad guys.
The remainder of the group bear roles that are more clearly defined: Technician Boyd "Bible" Swan is the devoted religious type; Corporal Trini "Gordo" Garcia steers the tank with eccentricity; PFC Grady "Coon-Ass" Travis lacks moderation; and Private Norman Ellison carries the newbie status, a kid lost amongst a conflict in which he shouldn't be fighting. Logan Lerman exudes ordinariness as Norman, reminding us of war's infecting bullet wounds on humanity. Walking Dead alumni Jon Bernthal is also terrific as the gruff Coon-Ass but it's Shia LaBeouf who wows more than any other. Scrubbing the stigma of celebrity from his face and replacing it with rotten dirt, LaBeouf displays a great deal of restraint, his eyes never far from filling with tears fuelled by a scarred mind. It turns out he can act, and act well.
LaBeouf's character is the agent through which Ayer introduces a religious thread, one that doesn't wholly endear itself to the narrative but does contribute towards an emotive punch. These faith-based overtones aren't distracting as they only rear occasionally, and despite manifesting as a tad contrived, they do represent an attempt to manoeuvre proceedings away from any potential muscle bound machoness of battle. Indeed, the film manages to extract a large helping of connectivity from the audience through solemnity, a theme that runs along the piece like one of Nazi Germany's seemingly endless mud trails. This helpless sobriety is first summed up in statement relayed by Jason Isaacs' army Captain ("Why don't they just quit?"), before revealing itself plainly in an extended Inglorious Basterds-esque dining room scene rightly devoid of any Tarantino quirk.
After 90 minutes of gruesome despair, the outing suddenly shifts its gaze in the direction of a more action-packed conclusion. The final act essentially wears the hallmark of a western standoff, trading cowboy hats for leather helmets. Granted in its final half hour Fury still maintains a gritty realism but this divergence in tone might not appease all. Tank jousts do occur before the lengthy concluding sequence, but frequently end in a matter of minutes. These battles are arduous in their execution, just as they should be, and do not glorify the mechanical face of war at all, whereas it could be argued that the long, underdog-ish rallying cry denoted in the final act does invite a semblance of glorification.
Technically, the film is a powerhouse. Cinematographer Roman Vasyanov turns the English countryside (where shooting primarily took place) into a bleak, putrefying Nazi Germany at the end of its tether. Two scenes stand out especially: a beautiful opening shot that patiently stalks a lone horseman as he tramples over smoky ruins and comes face to face with the fragility of tanks, and a dread filled moment nearer the end that involves a collection of simultaneously marching and chanting enemy troops. This uncompromising style meshes wonderfully with Steven Price's score and pinpoint sound editing, and comes as close as any film to achieving the fist-clenching ambience of Saving Private Ryan.
It is certainly not as good as Spielberg's aforementioned masterpiece, but not many outings born from this particular genre are. Fury is a visceral and effective retelling of war at its most desperate and least forgiving. If nothing else, it's an example of high standard utility filmmaking.
Author Adam (Consumed by Film)Posted on October 23, 2014 May 30, 2016 Categories 2010-19, ReviewsTags Action, Brad Pitt, David Ayer, Drama, Film, Fury, Inglorious Basterds, Jason Isaacs, Jon Bernthal, Logan Lerman, Michael Peña, Movie, Review, Saving Private Ryan, Shia LaBeouf, The Walking Dead, War19 Comments on Fury (2014)
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