When talking about Brian De Palma‘s sense of excess in his films, it’s more often a positive—he makes even typical tales grandiose. The Fury is excess by lack of imagination. The Fury takes a silly concept and tries to run straight with it, fucking up all the way with horrible dialogue, pointless scenes, dragged shots, random pacing, and laughable attempts at dramatic framing such as a long score-only slow-motion scene with zero weight behind it because characters only have goals and no personality.