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David AyerForgatókönyvíró:
David AyerOperatőr:
Roman VasyanovZeneszerző:
Steven PriceSzereplők:
Brad Pitt, Logan Lerman, Shia LaBeouf, Michael Peña, Jon Bernthal, Jim Parrack, Brad William Henke, Kevin Vance, Xavier Samuel, Jason Isaacs (több)Tartalmak(1)
1945 áprilisában, pár héttel a II. világháború befejezése előtt a szövetségesek egyre jobban visszaszorítják az ellenséges csapatokat az európai hadszíntéren. Itt, a náci Németország kellős közepén állomásozik Don Collier őrmester (Brad Pitt), becenevén Wardaddy és csapata. A Német Birodalom a végét járja. A katonák a végkimerültség határán állnak, az utolsó leheletükkel küzdenek az életben maradásért, és a németek által elfoglalt területek visszahódításáért. Ebben a kimerítő, ám reményteli időszakban csatlakozik a fiatal újonc, Norman (Logan Lerman) Wardaddy négy fős legénységéhez, akik Sherman típusú tankjukkal vonulnak a túlerőben levő ellenséges csapatok ellen. A kétségbeesett ifjú katona számára teljesen ismeretlen terep mind a harctér, mind pedig a Harag elnevezésű, hatalmas tank fedélzete. A harckocsi edzett, tapasztalt parancsnoka, Wardaddy szárnyai alá veszi a fiút, hogy megtanítsa neki mindazt, amivel túlélheti a háború borzalmait, és beilleszkedhet a jól összeszokott csapatba (Shia LaBeouf, Michael Pena, Jon Bernthal). Az ötfős legénység tisztában van vele, hogy nem sok esélye maradt a több száz fős német sereggel szemben. De bízva tankjuk védelmező erejében, harci tapasztalatukban és egymásba vetett hitükben, ádáz támadásba lendülnek. (Freeman Film)
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Egy fingós akciófilm amerikai tankistákról, akik SS-tagokra vadásznak a 2. világháborús Németországban. Brad Pitt az egyetlen a csapatból, aki egy meghitt pillanatban mosakszik, megmutatja az LA Fitneszben szerzett izmait, és a vaskabinban töltött egy év után sem dönti le egy csinos német lányt (aki benne is lett volna). Mert az etikátlan lenne. A film lényege: Nem minden SS-tag rossz ember volt. Itt és szellemesen kellett volna játszódnia a harmadik Expendables - A feláldozhatók című filmnek.
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David Ayer is one of the few directors who has only managed to keep me interested in each film at 3*, but here he has managed to break the ice and chop me up with a wartime spectacle led by a perfect Brad Pitt. Fury is very bleak, depressing, relentless, decently gory, appropriately and profanely spelled out in military slang and perfectly captures the horrors of WWII. Watching the film you witness the most extreme and visceral imagery of injury, both explosive and gunshot. The highlights are definitely the action against the Tiger and the heroic finale, which is sure to leave you gasping for breath. Although the film focuses more on the psychology of the characters (it's not a non-stop action ride, there are only four action sequences), it maintains a decent pace and entertains. For me, undoubtedly one of the best war movies and the sounds of the cannon in the cinema still ring in my ears now. 95%.
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I’d been looking forward to Fury for a long time. I’d been looking forward to this new movie by David Ayer, whose movies have convinced me what a good director he is and that we will be remembering him in the future. No movies have been made on WW2 in a long time, so I didn’t hesitate and headed out to the cinema. For an hour and a half, I got to enjoy one of the rawest WW2 movies in the past twenty years. I especially liked the ideas with the individual shots, which surprised me in Band of Brothers or in the ancient Russian movie Come and See. One shot was enough to make you feel sick. And it didn’t even involve anything too bloody. From this perspective, the movie aced it. However, a problem occurs at the end, which Brad Pitt decides to handle in his own way – in a stupid and illogical way that makes the movie end exactly the way I thought it would. The ending is heroic and very American, which pissed me off and the movie fell from five stars to four. And if it weren’t for the really good first half, it would have dropped even lower. It would’ve been best if the director had cut the movie 35 minutes shorter.
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Half an hour before the end, I was still convinced of a five-star rating, because such a realistically dirty, unkempt war film had been missing for a long time. Add to that the production values of fantastic sets, Pitt being the walking embodiment of charisma, and the lunch at the German woman and her daughter's house scene, which I consider one of the best movie scenes of last year. But then came a hardly acceptable scene, which even the Soviets at the time of masterpieces like Liberation would not have liked in terms of exaggeration and heroism. Ayer just got carried away and the whole great impression went down the drain, or into the mud of a tank belt trail, of which the film is full.
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It's not entirely bad in any way, but it could have been so much better if it had decided whether it wants to be an uncompromising dirty (anti) war display of the horrors and nonsense of war and fighting, tank addiction aimed at tens of millions of World of Tanks players or a stylized action movie in a style "we are outnumbered, ikh mnogo", which is something between 300 and Soviet propaganda war movies of the fifties. And to make matters worse, Tarantino's fifteen-minute scene divides it right in the middle, which looks like a removed scene from the Inglourious Basterds. And in each of those styles, it works more or less well here, but together it doesn't do the job as a whole. Not at all.
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