I saw Mad Max: Fury Road last week almost entirely because of this post (warning: profanity; trigger warning: rape, rape culture).
I was interested in the trailer before because I adore post-apocalyptic punk, but with no one planning to go with me I was more…eh.
But then. That post.
My full review for Mad Max: Fury Road is published over on blogos.org here.
“If I had to sum up the feel of the movie for movie buffs, I would say it was like an inverse of Waterworld (the dwindling resource was water, not land) fused with Fast and Furious…if it had been post-apocalyptic punk and directed by Baz Luhrmann (Moulin Rouge, The Great Gatsby). There is very little dialogue throughout the film, and there aren’t really any plot twists. Mad Max: Fury Road is very direct — and very literal — in its point A to point B narration. But instead of being flat, the story is fleshed out with the wordless expressions of the characters acting and reacting to lightning fast peril in a beautifully over-the-top (sometimes to the absurd) fight for value and humanity.”