It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world. Max is
just living in it. Well, existing in it.
By his own admission, survival is the one instinct that he – the last sane man in a world gone crazy – has been reduced to as he wanders through the post-
apocalyptic Wasteland in Mad Max: Fury Road, the fourth in a film series that hasn't revved its engines since 1985.
By his own admission, survival is the one instinct that he – the last sane man in a world gone crazy – has been reduced to as he wanders through the post-
apocalyptic Wasteland in Mad Max: Fury Road, the fourth in a film series that hasn't revved its engines since 1985.
The real madman is
producer-writer-director George Miller. Mad for deciding to pull his
long dormant road warrior out of retirement 30 years beyond
Thunderdome; Mad for conceiving the sort of world that
heretofore could only have existed in a truck-driving anarchist's
worst acid trips; And finally, mad for pulling it off with the sheer
mind-shredding gusto that filmmakers half his age (he recently turned
70) consistently struggle to inject into modern action movies.
Best not to stand up after seeing
this one. It'll melt your bones from the inside.
