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Mad Max: Fury Road


Crazy nonsense with little redeeming value. Made for eighth grade boys and girls who don’t see there is a weak plot, weak subplot, weak dialogue, and ludicrous circus characters. Vestal virgins (breeders) wearing white scarves that hardly get dirty. White chalked natives banging drums following some voodoo leader. I was never so happy to see Max knock off the guitar player.

Okay, I’ll stop.

I went to the cinema because it seemed like EVERYONE loved this movie, and I felt I was missing out on a cultural phenomenon. What was bizarre was the audience who watched alongside me. I thought I entered the wrong theater. Why on earth were 50s, 60s, and 70-year-olds watching this? No evidence they were taking their grands to see it–again. And then I realized. Once, we sat together mesmerized by Star Wars IV, all those years ago.

I was in eighth grade when Star Wars IV came out. I sat the entire summer, it seemed, raving and re-watching the film. I was bamboozled with the technology and the music and the fast paced action scenes. Even though the plot was simple and the dialogue weak, I was transported to another world that seemed foreign yet recognizable. Princess Leia could fight like a man. It was her story, yet she still needed protecting and she begrudgingly fell in love with a brute who grunted and could hardly form a sentence. “I love you.” “I know.”  Wait, that’s coming in the next film. And rest assured there will be more Mad Max films to follow. Probably eight of them.

So what did I like about the film?


It’s a welcome sight to see kick-ass older women. Hell, I wanted to be one of them, riding my motorcycle in the Outback, camping under the stars. Let me plant some seeds. Who needs men, anyway?

I liked the impending sand storm. The mucky crow world. The salt flats especially at night, glowing under a star-popping, satellite-dropping sky.

Tom Hardy has nice lips.

Charlize Theron has beautiful bone structure. She reminded me of the unfortunate result when a middle school bully gets a hold of his little sister’s Barbie doll and goes to town. If it weren’t for her presence in the film, I might have walked out and caught the last half of Far From the Madding Crowd. I loved Charlize in the film.

There was very little CGI. Thank you. The gritty, revved up camera action was effective and connected it to the original Mad Max.

I liked Max’s haunting daughter who slaps him into action.

The pole swinging warriors. The car on top of the tank.

Like my simple sentences and fragmented thoughts, that’s what I experienced. The energy rush. The assault on the senses. The stunts were cool. Nothing deep.

Sometimes what you need is perfect escapism. I know I felt that way when I watched Star Wars IV. 

All that was missing in Fury Road was a John Williams score.