And when it happens, you're only remark is: "What a lovely day.Mad Max is a 1979 Australian dystopian action film directed by George Miller and produced by Byron Kennedy. It's not about the comparative analysis of protagonists and the white-witty-wackos, it's about what's happening throughout. Mad Max: Fury Road revises the post-apocalyptic scene-utter dryness of region and minds-and uses the irritating sense of that dryness into a rigorous will to get past it with victory-Fury Road's victory.
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The intensified red-blaze of fire, the sandstorm-effect, the preposterous turn of events, the nonsensical touch of things, and the wacky script-everything wrong with the movie is everything good about the movie. Mad Max: Fury Road puts forth the idea that there's so much more to combats than mere combats-MMFR incorporates belligerent, spoiling-for-a-fight attitude, oppressed landscape, estranged and barbaric drug-lords, heavy-weight weaponry and wheelers, and poster-paint bombings. Whatever it was, it did what it planned to.
They didn't feel any need to impose worldly sense into it, which is the best part, because that miniature world seemed pretty damn believable to me-but why? Maybe it were those religious beats, maybe the dragon-roars of engines, maybe it was just the psychological effect. This complements the heartfelt glow to the movie itself-everything's done for the movie. Each name is qualified by its corresponding characteristic with the character in the movie-Spikers, Rictus Erectus et cetera. I feel like reporting their stupidity to the CIA-enough with the pen and paper! Mad Max comes equitably with the characters, their roles, and the titular projections. With such a brilliant ensemble-I mean it was pretty good for a solely madness-based movie-you couldn't care less about the abacus-loving dumb-toads sitting in exactly the middle seats of the theater to get the most balanced view of the screen, and judge the minus-plus of the 120 minute long clip. But by then, the movie's not about logic or sense anymore it's more about seeing what you wouldn't in ages. Nothing seems to justify Max & Furiosa's relationship, mutual combats, strategies, certainty of plans, and stuff like that. Even the over-editing has that medieval, darkly comical feel to it, just like 300 for example (can't think of another movie with such aberrant effects, but such positive response.) But like any other movie, there are points where you start questioning yourself. The stunts, the effort, the don't-care-about-ourselves-just-love-the-movie-please pledge, and the extraordinarily enormous-480 hours of footage into 120 minutes of freaking-awesome warfare-blows me off of my seat in the cinema to the pale, scorching blaze of the sun, amidst the crazy-eyes of this action-genre Orange is the New Black. More than anything-Max's deafening seriousness, Furiosa's bald-grace, armless-attraction, sense of responsibility, and and absolute congeniality to the role (always imposingly remarkable,) religious affirmation, banging, puffing, booming, clatter, splash, tick-tick, boom-the "fantasized-realism" behind all the get-off-my-property-you-crazy-lunatic is what gives you the honesty-chills. It has a bizarre feeling-you're dredged into the modernity of Prometheus and antediluvian era of the Exodus. The sport-arena action is complemented by prayers in Citadel, banging of drums, skeleton-wheels, and skeleton-feels. Miller puts his tribal culture in the crux of action, which reveals an unorthodox, authoritarian, and devout portrayal of enmity.
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Here's a hint as to what it was like: Bane and Miranda beating the beep out of war-painted, anti-Christian, Hulu tribe-only this time, it's some dark, full-raged action with mountain bikes, and trucks, and springy tentacles moving idiotic half-Willy, half-Wonka The Da Vinci Code Bettany's horrendous versions.
They're not afraid of the porcupine-trucks, maybe a little on the edge of madness, but that goes without saying. For all I know, the audiences spoil themselves with "cinematic orgasms," if that's a thing, throughout the movie.
George Miller revises his ideological construct in the most exhilarating, dreadful, and striking manner this time. With everything red, orange, and yellow, it seems like you're viewing 300 blended in Saw, and over-the-top F&F. He's Rango-like, reflective of the quest to solve the water-mystery. As for Max, it looks like he's the same archetypal Bane, only this time, he's more immune to "I'm not afraid, I'm angry." He's silent, and angry, and frustrated. Cold-blooded, botanically medieval, crusades-like, and horrifically thrilling-that's Fury Road.