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I've always had a weird relationship with the Mad Max franchise. It always struck me as something powerful, but it also never made ANY sense to me. I've seen Road Warrior a number of times and it's not a particularly complicated story line and has pretty straightforward action and I'm always going "what is going on here?" Of course, some of that might actually be part of the point...
As I've gotten older (plus experienced some emotional trauma), I've also gained a level of squeamishness that adds a layer of difficulty in watching at least the first two films. This left me largely adoring Mad Max in theory or from afar.
Yet I was excited about Fury Road. Maybe it has something to do with my love of cars? The Fast and Furious films are certainly a guilty pleasure for me (particularly as they push the bounds of how few fucks they have to give and go more and more over the top). Maybe it was the over-the-top post-apocalyptic punk glamour? It wasn't particularly Tom Hardy, nothing against him, but he's never been an actor that I've had strong associations with regardless of wonderful performances in many movies. Actually, I do have a strong association with Tom Hardy, I always thing "did he write a whole bunch of classic novels?" In this case, I attribute that to me being horrible with names and not necessarily just because I tend towards bookish (I mean, I have to struggle to keep Les Paul and Les Claypool straight).
Then I saw Fury Road in the theaters and was floored. I know it's basically a two hour car chase through the desert, I don't care. The layers, the story, the acting, the action, the stunts, the cars... beautiful. I didn't expect the film to be beautiful. The fact that it also has a strong feminist message, passes the Bechdel test, has layered female characters, and a positive representation of disability (Furiosia doesn't need two hands to beat you) was all just icing on the delicious cake for me. Though fantastic icing, I have to say.
Every time I learn more about the making of the film I'm blown away. I've had close to a year at this point to learn about the reliance on practical effects, snippets of character backstory, the stunt work, the building of the cars, and this The Art of Mad Max: Fury Road was still worth reading.
The Art of Mad Max: Fury Road is full of stills, photographs, and concept art. It tells of the journey of making Fury Road and shares about the individual characters themselves. There are a few flaws, some bad placement and coloring of text over images making it hard to read, but by and large a very rich and easy to follow book.
Mad Max: Fury Road is a very mature cinematic experience that manages to bring out the kid in you. That is all. That is enough.
With the advent of my podcast a couple of months ago, I've been spending a bit more time watching rather than just reading (which partially accounts for my significant dip in reading output; the other part being upping my training for my long-distance running as we enter into the cooler months here in Australia). Anyway, I figured I might indulge some of those reviews, especially when I have a strong positive or negative reaction to something I've viewed. Such as with Mad Max: Fury Road.
It's an all too rare event when a film lives up to the hype, but Mad Max: Fury Road proves that such a thing can and does happen.
Co-written and directed by the creator of the original three films, George Miller, and reportedly years (beyond the norm) in the making, Fury Road is quite simply a labour of love from a 70 year old who has time and again delivered diverse, innovative films. And Fury Road may just be the crown jewel of that incredible career.
The plot is lean, but Miller and his co-writers provide just enough information to keep the audience hooked as the first of many incredible chase scenes get underway. To start, Max (now played by Tom Hardy) is captured by a group called the War Boys, whose leader, King Immortan Joe, styles himself as a god and keeps the majority of his subjects in thrall with an ample supply of fresh water. But when one of his trusted lieutenants, Imperator Furiosa (Charlize Theron) suddenly goes off book with her truck meant to gather gasoline, Max soon finds himself an unwilling part of the pursuit party, chained to the bonnet of a car while serving as a mobile blood bank to the previously injured driver, Nux (Nicholas Hoult), a loyal War Boy if ever there was one.
Despite their limited backstorys, most of the characters are memorable. Theron is the stand-out as the betraying lieutenant with a hidden agenda, but Hoult also makes an impression as the War Boy who ends up being more than a standard henchman foil. If there is one slightly less impressive performance, it's actually Hardy in the titular role, as he chooses to play Max as less roguishly confident and far more sullen than Mel Gibson's portrayal back before he mulleted up for the Lethal Weapon series.
But really, the actors are just window dressing here. Fury Road is all about the action sequences, and it's in this department that Miller and his crew excel. Relentless, audacious, bombastic and jaw-dropping, the chase scenes need to be seen to be believed (and the trailer doesn't even spoil all the best parts!). For me, each scene built perfectly on the back of the previous one, until the final sequence literally had me shivering with joy. The shit-eating grin I had plastered across my face for much of the last half-hour of this movie was only interrupted by the gasps of disbelief I found myself uttering.
In short, sequels do not come better. It's going to take a hell of a lot to de-throne Fury Road from its current position as my favourite film of the year. See it at the cinema on the biggest, loudest screen you can find (partly because the soundtrack is also amazing).
I can't be any more direct than that.
4.5 Lovely Days for Mad Max: Fury Road.