A satire that does not wink at the audience.

Rating: 6/10 (19 June 2015)

This is one example of a bizarre vision - that presents itself in 1:1 scale.
Some portion of straight men (or gay clone-lovers perhaps) can take this seriously and just see a "cool" guy-kind-of-movie, that reeks of petrol, sweating muscles and glorified death ... with helpless supermodel girls endlessly soaking in water and playing with hose.
I'm wondering, how would it sell if it was happening in the Third Reich, since the content (life-style) of the movie is the same.
It seems this is a life-scale rendering of how the ideal man's world would look like: No whiners, no weaklings, man reduced to combating machine (muscles, shaved head, constant action, aesthetic/sensitive sides suppressed - just a pure functionality ... without a chance to reverse the old phrase "women are pretty, men are strong"), life as a perpetual battle with lots of huuuge metal toys to play with, speed, fury, madness, strict hierarchy of ranks, fetishized death (what else could be a purpose of life of the non-feeling machine?). And then, the objectification - of the other men (use them as tools for ones own project) and women (living baby-ovens) - they are not treated as human beings or equal partners, they are used as things.
As such, it can be taken as an extreme kind of satire - to what's bubbling in male heads under the civilized camouflage of post-modern sensitivities. A satire that does not wink at the audience. You just have to have an intellect and will to grasp it as very bitter irony. As such, there hasn't been any more provocative and "straight-in-your-face" movie around recently.