The first Mad Max
film, from 1979, is the worst of the lot. “Original” and “Classic” do not equate to “Good”. In my opinion, this is because the world in which Max exists is more interesting than the titular character himself and in that first flick we spend far too much time with him and his soon-to-be-roadkill wife and sprog.
In the sequels, Max exists purely as our eyes upon this world, its insane inhabitants and weird, irradiated charm. Max isn’t the main character, the wasteland is. Max is as much a vehicle as the rusty death machines that tear up the sand.
The makers of Fury Road
clearly understood this. It’s right up there with Road Warrior
and Beyond Thunderdome
. If you’re a fan of either, you’ll certainly enjoy this latest outing as it’s more of the same: crazy vehicles being driven by crazy people…..crazily.
And then everything explodes.
There’s not really much more to be said about it. It’s a thrill ride that doesn’t try to explain itself, but throws enough bits and pieces of its mythology at you by way of dialogue and visuals that you can come to your own conclusions and be quite satisfied with them.
One thing that does nag at the back of my head, though is: how old is Max supposed to be? He was a cop just before the world fell, but a society such as that depicted in Fury Road
would take decades to come together. A place like Beyond Thunderdome
’s Barter Town could certainly form within Max’s lifetime, but a generation would have had to go by before the freakshow civilization of War Boys, Bullet Farmers and Pole Cats coalesced. Max would be the same age as Immortan Joe by then.
Just my inner Anthropologist screaming at me. Should probably just ignore him.