Jabberwockingly impossible to review!

Rating: 9/10 (18 May 2015)

*Situation Alert:I watched it in 3D on am IMAX screen*
The first scene ripped my eyeballs off from their sockets and plastered them to the screen, and there they stayed, resolutely, unwaveringly.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the upper cranial regions, my mind was being pounded into synaesthetic pulp at what was a surreal, visceral, sensory orgasm of a movie.
I have never watched a single Mad Max movie. I have never seen a single trailer or a promo photo of this movie. I just went in, and at the end of the movie, I stayed back to collect the atomised remains of my mind before I could walk out.
Had I walked out earlier, I would have been a gawping, drooling retard trying to find the meaning of what movie making is, only to return once more to the screening.
If a picture speaks a thousand words, an movie speaks a million; MadMax with its barely-a-legal-sheet-full dialogue mashes the dictionary into pulp and writes a whole new one.
If there is one movie you could watch this entire year, this should probably be it.
To the makers of the movie, I take my hat off. What a ride it was. What a lovely day!