Mad Max is a franchise I never really expected to be writing about. Not because it’s bad. Quite the opposite, it’s considered by many, including me, to be one of the best trilogies of all time. They’re really fun and creative action movies. The first one, naturally titled Mad Max, held the Guinness world record for most profitable film of all time, and is one of the better post-apocalyptic road movies of the ’70s, the official decade of post-apocalyptic road movies. Its sequel, The Road Warrior, was even better, had some of the most impressive visuals and action of its time, and wouldn’t be out of place on a list of the top… let’s say 200 best movies of all time. While Beyond Thunderdome isn’t as well-received and is considered watered down relative to the previous installments, it’s still a rather enjoyable action movie on its own.
And quite frankly, they all look like garbage compared to Fury Road.
Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but it’s still most definitely the best of the four. It’s an unrelenting cacophony of madness that still manages a bold and unexpected deeper meaning. You see, Max Rockatansky, played brilliantly by Tom Hardy, isn’t really the star of the movie. The film spends more of its running time focusing on Imperator Furiosa, played by Charlize Theron, who I probably should be paying closer attention to because, while I’ve always taken her for a great actor, it’s taken me this long to realize she’s one of the better actors around today. In this movie, she rescues women from the cruelty of Immortan Joe (Hugh Keays-Byrne), tyrannical leader of a group called the War Boys what kidnapped Mad Max.
It’s two hours of nonstop action, but with enough emotion crammed in to make you really feel for the characters. And it doesn’t feel overstuffed or anything. You can grasp everything the movie has to offer even as it’s constantly throwing shit at you. I saw it in 3D, which doesn’t really add anything to the experience, and if anything distracts you from the buckets and buckets of movie taking place, but it’s a spectacle nonetheless.
Now, this is in a lot of ways a purely visceral movie, but since we’ve got time, let’s talk about some of the logic. When there’s no driver in a good car, it keeps moving forward, but when there’s no driver in a bad car, it veers wildly to the left. All the women are treated like second class citizens by Immortan Joe, except for Furiosa for some reason. Furiosa was apparently stolen from where she grew up by Joe, but… why? How? Part of Joe’s convoy is a dude who stands on top of a truck playing a guitar that shoots fire. The flamethrowing is a waste of fuel in this future where they have to travel hundreds of miles to get fuel, especially since it’s never used as a weapon. Why is he playing guitar at all? Who does that help?
With that out of the way, I give this movie an A+. It’s the best movie I’ve seen all year, probably the best movie I’ve seen since last February (The Lego Movie), maybe even longer than that. Go see it. Like this post if you like it, comment if you got sum’n to say, follow my blog if you like it like it, you can also follow me on twitter @BreakingPOORLY, and be on the lookout for upcoming reviews of Tomorrowland and Pitch Perfect 2.