The stalwart leader. The tough talker. The man of God.
The wise-cracker. The fresh-faced innocent. These are the broad types you can
find in just about every American war movie. There are others, but these are
the five found in Fury, the latest
WWII flick and probably the most memorable since Steven Spielberg’s Saving Private Ryan. Though it bears
some resemblance to that tale of a squad of American soldiers behind enemy
lines after D-Day, it falls somewhat short of both the storytelling and
technical heights achieve by it. Fury
also suffers the unfortunate fate of having to be compared to Band
of Brothers, which set the bar so high for WWII movies, I’m not sure I
can ever really enjoy another one.
