I gave you a very negative view of “Fury” the other day.
“Fury,” a fictional account of an American tank crew fighting in Germany in April of 1945, is one of the great war movies—right near the top, within range of Steven Spielberg’s “Saving Private Ryan” (1998) and other classics. Spielberg’s film, after its tremendous early sequence devoted to the D-Day landings, turns into a platoon movie—a grander version of the pictures made during and after the Second World War in which an ethnically (though not racially) mixed, highly individualized group of Americans (Wasp, Jew, Italian, etc.) triumphs over anonymous Fascist helots. “Fury,” written and directed by David Ayer, is a genre movie, too: five guys in a tank, . . . .
So go see it. As if you needed me to tell you . . .