Every director has their trademark. Michael Bay with explosions, JJ Abrams with lens flares, Tarantino with feet, you get the idea. David Ayer seems to have his niche with employing great casts, a promising concept, and high production value, and squandering it on stale, formulaic direction.
This isn't actually a terrible war movie, I can do a pretty good job of suspending disbelief of the inaccuracies, but what it DOES do right, other war movies have done before, and done better. It was one cliche after another. Even the relatively obscure Saints and Soldiers (a war movie that actually incorporated faith in a seamless way, unlike this one) was more emotional and enticing than Fury, and that was made by a low budget Mormon company.
If you're like me and you're looking for a few hours to kill while you're getting caught up on your laundry, Fury is a good, decently entertaining way to occupy some time. Entirely forgettable, though.
