Last months of World War II in April 1945. As the Allies make their final push in the European Theater, a battle-hardened U.S. Army sergeant in the 2nd Armored Division named Wardaddy commands a Sherman tank called "Fury" and its five-man crew on a deadly mission behind enemy lines. Outnumbered and outgunned, Wardaddy and his men face overwhelming odds in their heroic attempts to strike at the heart of Nazi Germany.
Review: ‘Mad Max: Fury Road,’ Still Angry After All These Years
This George Miller film, with Tom Hardy as the hero, has the spirit of a sequel to the original: Speed and efficiency are of the essence, leavened with nasty biker wit and distaste for authority.
If you thought the passage of time had rendered the Sex Pistols quaint objects of pop-culture nostalgia, Julien Temple's electrifying new documentary will make you think again. The film presents the great, short-lived British punk band in all its scabrous glory -- spewing obscenities on British television, spitting at journalists and fans and generally smashing through the drabness and hypocrisy of 1970's Britain like a brick through a shop window. At a time when every obscenity or aesthetic shock tactic feels like the product of either careful market research or dutiful graduate-school training, the filth and the fury of British punk rock at its moment of impact retains a surprising dignity. These guys hated everything, but at least they believed in something. Nihilism like this makes you glad to be alive. — A. O. Scott