THE FURY Avalon 1, Landover Mall 2, Lochmann's Plaza 1, Springfield Mall 4, Tysons Cinema and White Flint 4.
You wouldn't expect a new movie to portray that unnamed secret international government intelligence agency as a haven of good guys out saving the country. The image, as they say, has been tarnished. It's not even surprising to see it appear in the role of The Enemy.
But it's still a long way from the old spy heroics to "The Fury," which takes it for granted that an audience will accept, without explanation, the idea that "the agencywould kidnap and destroy its own employees' children - in an unspecified national interest, of course.
Motivation - even the minimal motivation one might expect from any government agency, never mind its mission - is on e of many basics slicked over in this very slick movie.
Instead, it supplies polished acting (by Kirk Douglas and Carrie Snodgress), luxurious setting, (psychics' nightgowns by Dior) and blood. Mostly blood. What it comes down to is that "Fury" is a film for people who like to see blood - lots of blood, blood pouring from unpleasantly unlikely places, such as eyeballs - and not for anyone who doesn't. As such, it is the major new entry in, the genre of psychic horrors, directed by Brian De Palma, who worked his way up to it with "The Omen" and "Carrie."
There's no use asking why the agency would attempt to murder a loyal employee on his retirement so as to recruit his psychic son, whom he was about to have tested at the very psychic-testing station the agency itself uses. Mightn't they have tired, first, asking sonny if he wanted to join up with the folks who had given daddy so many happy years?
But if you really enjoy blood, maybe you don't have the patience for such quesoy blood, maybe you don't have the patience for such questions.