"Now we bring home the booty."

Rating: 9/10 (30 January 2016)

I only got around to seeing the original "Mad Max" just about a month ago, thirty six years after the fact. Considering the amount of favorable press this film got and the huge amount of award nominations and wins it's already sustained, I figured I wouldn't wait around so long to see this one. Probably won't make it anyway but that's neither here nor there.
Not generally a fan of these types of films, I'd be less than honest if I said I didn't get a certain eerie pang of visceral thrill out of the whole thing. The characters and action are so mind-blowingly furious it makes it hard to keep up. I also got a kick out of the odd names the writers came up with, though if I were watching this without captioning I would probably have been totally lost.
I don't know if it necessarily takes a warped mind to concoct something like this, but then again, George Miller also wrote and directed "Happy Feet", so there's obviously a creative bone in his body to speak of. Where the vision comes from is probably the better question. On a different day and in a different mood I might have experienced this picture entirely differently, but catching it the way I did, I have to say it was quite the experience.