Nothing can prepare you for the high-octane thrill ride that is Mad Max. Forget the popcorn, I was reaching for the seat belt. Not that I could find one, it didn’t exist! Just like the exposition. Viewers are thrown into director; George Miller’s post-apocalyptic world without a clue of what in Valhalla is going on. Which is kind of the appeal. It’s not everyday you get to extract vital information from the crazy, unless you work for Centrelink.
The premise is simple. In the future, water and gasoline are still highly sought after commodities but they are harder to find than a dry seat at a One Direction concert. Those in control of the supply enjoy godlike status and all the breast milk they could ever want. Oh yeah, did I mention everybody is completely bonkers? I haven’t seen this many pasty, white kids turn feral over the “chrome” since I stopped using public transport.
Like most people who want to get laid, I own a car. Many Australians do, we are a nation of car lovers. Perhaps it’s because most of us were conceived in the back of one. If the mere sight of a V8 engine causes sudden arousal of the genitals then you my friend are a bona fide revv-head. And all revv-heads deserve one evil, egotistical maniac to call their messiah. With the absence of Jeremy Clarkson, we have to settle for this guy…
The villainous, Immortan Joe, leader of a gang of Kamikaze whack jobs called the “War Boys”. They haven’t invented a word yet to describe this breed of ugly. I imagine he’s what you’d get if you successfully crossed a goat with a vacuum cleaner. Yet even with his grotesque exterior, he somehow manages to score a harem of Victoria’s Secret models to call his brides. 5 in total! Why 5? I dunno, maybe he likes to keep his weekends free.
In spite of the film’s title, the true star is one-armed bandit, Furiosa, played with finely tuned badassery by Charlize Theron. You got to hand it to her, for a chick with only one arm she hands out more severe punishment than an Indonesian judge. Every now and then, we get a scene where Max (Tom Hardy) exhibits some endearing qualities but I prefer my hero to show more personality than the vehicles they operate.
On a side note, what is it about Tom Hardy and covering his face for each film? He spends more time behind a mask than behind the wheel. Last time I saw him he was fighting against an equally masked Batman wearing you guessed it, a mask! I wouldn’t be surprised if his next film literally is a reboot of, “The Mask”. It begs the question. Is he really that hideous that studios insist on hiding his face from the public? Is he the next Sia?
In recent interviews, George Miller boasts about using the least amount of computer-generated imagery (CGI) possible in the making of this film and its all the better for it. Every car stunt you see is real. If you see an actor hanging out the door of a moving truck they probably are. Heck, I bet he even considered asking Charlize to amputate her left arm for the role. Such is his penchant for good ol’ fashioned practical effects.
As mind-blowing as the special effects may be, I’m more impressed by the bucket loads of creativity gone into the costume and set designs. This 30yr old franchise is running on pure imagination alone and it’s still got plenty of mileage. The sequel’s title, “Mad Max: The Wasteland”, has already been announced and is getting fans all revved up and in a frenzy. As Daddy Yankee would say, “Me gusta la gasolina. Dame mas gasolina!”