Pitt Crew: Ayer recruits a high-caliber cast for his groundbreaking portrait of life during wartime.
Some artists spend entire careers recycling and reshaping a defining experience from their youth. Charles Bukowski wrote into old age about the couple of years he bummed around the country in his twenties. Richard Yates rarely wrote a novel or story that didn't revolve around a delusional mother. What made them great is that the writers found something new each time they went back to the same well.
Writer-director David Ayer is like that. Kicked out of his Maryland home as a teenager, he moved to South Central LA to live with a cousin and later enlisted in the navy as a submariner. That's everything you need to know to appreciate the obsessions Ayer eventually channeled into films such as Harsh Times, Street Kings, Training Day and End of Watch.
Everything he's ever written or directed has to do with South Central and men in gangs of one type or another. The first script Ayer ever wrote was for U-571, the story of men at war in the close quarters of a sub. We can trace a pretty straight thematic line to his latest, the story of men at war in the closer quarters of a Sherman tank.
The "gangs" in Fury, of course, are the American and German armies. The film takes place in April 1945, the last month of World War II. Commanding the eponymous killing machine is a quietly complicated sergeant nicknamed "Wardaddy." Brad Pitt plays him with such no-nonsense intensity that memories of Inglourious Basterds' Aldo Raine retreat to the back of the mind in a hurry.
Wardaddy is a man with a dual mission: obliterate as many remaining Nazis as possible, and keep his crew alive until it's all over. As the story opens, the one member he's lost in three years of battle is replaced by a reluctant clerk-typist (Logan Lerman). The newcomer is an almost comical sight beside the hardened animals played convincingly by Michael Peña, Shia LaBeouf and Jon
Bernthal, and he'll doubtless remind many of the reluctant translator (Jeremy Davies) in Saving Private Ryan. But that's where the possible comparisons to Spielberg's WWII tale — or any other — end.
Because Fury is the first picture that, to my knowledge, has been designed to convey the experience of warfare itself rather than simply to tell a war story. The film literally has no plot. Do the experiences of real-life soldiers have plots? No, they have outbursts of grisly, deafening chaos punctuated by periods of waiting, joking and, occasionally, pillaging. For 134 minutes, that's exactly what Ayer gives us.
Don't get me wrong — the movie also has brilliantly choreographed tank battles. It has displays of heroic daring and inhuman savagery along with moments of unexpected tenderness. But it does not tell a story in the traditional sense.
By the time the credits roll, however, you'll have learned a little of what it's like to exist in a rolling can in close quarters and constant fear. As you leave the theater, you'll swear you can feel the mud in your shoes and the blood on your hands. Don't be surprised if you have nightmares. I mean that as high praise.
My guess is that many viewers will feel that something was missing from the film, that they were shortchanged in some way. My own feeling is that Fury qualifies as an extraordinary, entirely unprecedented cinematic experiment. Ayer's mission wasn't to harness the latest technology in the service of a time-honored genre. It was to honor the service of those who were there by depicting the full horror of that time. I'd say he's safe in declaring victory.
Official Site:furymovie.tumblr.com Director: David Ayer Writer: David Ayer Producer: Bill Block, David Ayer, Ethan Smith and John Lesher Cast: Brad Pitt, Logan Lerman, Shia LaBeouf, Jon Bernthal, Michael Peña, Scott Eastwood, Xavier Samuel, Jason Isaacs and Jim Parrack