This week I was surprised that there was someone to accompany me who hadn’t seen Mad Max: Fury Road already, telling me that I had to go and see it at every available oppurtunity. As it turned out a lot of people wanted to see it (either for the first time or again?) so we were forced to watch it in 3D, blooming Meerkat Movies!
BOOM! CRASH! ROAR! occupied the next two hours, (two hours that probably used as much petrol as a years worth of Friday night rush hours down the M1).
After being told it was awesome I tried to prepare myself for the disappointment of it not meeting these raised expectations, although I didn’t need to worry.
George Miller’s reboot/sequel back into post apocalyptic Australia has been on the bench for quite a few years now and its probably nothing short of divine intervention that it got made (and they have my thanks). With Tom Hardy at the wheel (figuratively and literally) in place of the iconic Mel Gibson that played Max, he is caught by a clan of… less than welcoming chaps, and after a breakout is strung along for the rest of the journey.
Ending up with Chalize Theron’s Imperator Furiosa as she aids in the escaping of Immortan Joe’s (played byHugh Keays-Byrne) five wives [cough – slaves – cough], I quickly noticed that the titular Max was more riding shotgun than taking the wheel himself. Whilst he was on a journey, it was largly the Imperator’s story that he was a part of (much like Captain Jack Sparrow, flitting about in the background of Will Turner’s journey of finding himself in Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl… not a bad idea in my books).
With well written characters who, although there is little dialogue to be found, all manage to make themselves individual down to costume design and good directing: The helpless wives were more than a femme-fatale and the seemingly stereotypical psychopathic bandit played beautifully by Nicholas Hoult was more than a scary face.
And I’ve not even got to the action yet…
The high octane (pun intended) grueling and marvelous chase scenes that define the movie are just awesome, nuff said.
And the soundtrack (oh the soundtrack!), and not just the score, but the sounds of the engines alone made me want to buy a car that would spit fire out of its many exhausts (cue Jeremy Clarkson, POWERRRR!!!!)
I won’t say it was perfect in that there was a slight case of red-shirt syndrome at one point that bugged me, but other than that I’m finding it hard to fault. It kept the violence tasteful (no real gore and not a single sexual explicit scene in sight, despite the five main female’s jobs being along these lines), the style was different in a defining way, the colours used and the character building was ace, and you didn’t even have to remember what happened in the prior movies to get it.
With all this and a crazy guitar man to boot (keep an eye out for him) I think I’ll be awarding Mad Max with the maximum five out of five!