April 1945. Faced with a weakened but better armed enemy, the Allies are fighting for their lives. Advancing into war-torn, rubble-strewn Germany, where every face could be a threat, a sergeant called Wardaddy is in charge of a tank he and his faithful comrades have dubbed Fury. Returning from combat with one man down and needing replacement, they are assigned the complete novice Norman, who has been sent to the front despite his lack of experience. Fury is assigned a perilous mission into enemy territory, and what awaits them is the most dangerous thing they have ever been confronted with…

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David Ayer does not go in for subtlety. In the wake of success with screenplays for the thrillers Training Day and Dark Blue in the early 2000’s, Ayer has since directed minor works like Harsh Times starring Christian Bale, Street Kings starring Keanu Reeves, End of Watch starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Sabotage starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, which he almost disowned. In the war movie Fury, his first incursion into historical territory, Ayer avails himself of the usual dramatic tools, with simplistic characters, low-rent pathos and Hollywood special effects. Behind its proud attempt to be a serious super-production lies an annoying impression of emptiness, due to a script that doesn’t deal with the reality of its story and because of its overly symbolic Christian heroes in true Hollywood style. Brad Pitt’s weathered face is an artless example of the movie’s banal direction.