Hell Hath No Fury review – cleverly choreographed violence in a quest for Nazi loot | Movies

tThe thirst for gold has long been an evil force in cinema, and stuntman’s latest action piece turned director Jesse V Johnson falls under his glittering spell, interweaving vicious greed with the wreckage of war. Set during World War II, Hell Hath No Fury revolves around a coveted bag of stolen Nazi gold, the location of which is known only to SS General Von Bruckner (Daniel Bernhardt) and his French lover Marie (Nina Bergman). .

As the war quickly draws to a close, the once-radiant Marie is punished by her compatriots for dealing with the enemy. With her hair chopped off and a swastika marked on her forehead in red lipstick, Marie carves a Joan of Arc-esque figure; soon it will turn out that her relationship with Von Bruckner is not what it seems. Saved from her ordeal by a patchwork of American soldiers, Marie finds the price of freedom dangling by a thread, as she is tasked with leading her rescuers to the buried treasure.

By ingeniously placing much of the ensuing violence in Marie’s family cemetery, the film lends an earthy grittiness to the small-scale spectacle. Here the air smells of death as bullets whiz over graves as blood and grime coalesce into one grubby whole. Johnson’s skill for visual rhythm falters slightly during the larger set pieces, but Bergman’s fierce, compelling presence proves to be the emotional anchor that elevates the grindhouse flavor into a somber parable about the destructive power of greed. The decision to portray American soldiers not as heroes but as fallible, predatory creatures is also an interesting subversion that suggests that when faced with the lowest desires, a just ideology carries little weight.

Hell Hath No Fury will be available on digital platforms from May 16.

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