I had seen the commercials and the trailer for Mad Max: Fury Road. Long ago, I saw the original movie with Mel Gibson and this newest version had some strange appeal to me. I wanted to see it. I needed to see it.
So I saw it on a Sunday night with Michael, fresh off his freshman year at Mizzou and Catherine, who was not overly loaded down with homework and had absolutely no idea what she was about to see.
I knew it would be full of senseless violence. I knew better than to question the plot line or try and analyze things like the water source that poured like a keg, drenching the water-starved masses below the base of a rock mountain.
I was going for the special effects because I heard they were just about as crazy and over-the-top as any movie that’s ever been made.
And they were. Especially by viewing the movie in 3D.
If this is the future, I’ll be glad to be exiting soon.
George Miller’s post climate-ravaged future, where water has become as rare as gasoline from the earlier Mad Max movies, is the setting for what is essentially a two-hour chase scene in about a two hour and twenty minute movie. Yes, there is dialogue but this film won’t be up for any Oscars for screenwriting.
Set design? Oscar. Special effects? Oscar. Best picture? That’s hard to say.
In the end, the story wasn’t much of a story. Then again, who needs a story when you are continually dazzled from one scene to the next by the pure over-the-topness of what unfolds before you at a breakneck pace. It’s intense. The visuals come at you in eye-popping waves and it’s hard to take it all in.
My favorite character had to be the Doof Warrior, a masked man in a red spandex something or other who flies off the front of a truck on a bungee cable harness that reels him back in like a yo-yo. The truck is maxed out with a giant stack of amplifiers and speakers, playing a rip-roaring riff at full blast from the Doof Warrior’s double-necked, electric guitar that also shoots flames while in the back of the truck a motley crew of mutants pounds away on over-sized Japanese taiko drums.
A little road music to keep the troops fired up as they pursue a group of women who have escaped the confines of the diabolical Immortan Joe and seek to recapture Max who has been wronged more times than anyone can imagine.
I normally don’t do movie reviews and I’m not about to start now.
All I can say is this.
George Miller, the man who concocted this bleak world with this bizarre cast of characters is a genius.
And it was the most visually stunning Sunday night I can remember in a long, long time.
Some movies you wait until they come out on video.
Don’t do it with this one.
See it on a big screen. And wear your 3D glasses.