I'd rather kick a wall with cocktail sticks under my toenails than watch this again.

Rating: 1/10 (30 November 2015)

I'm sorry to contradict the various pretentious black-and-white- photograph types who've bandied around such words as 'glorious' and 'a succulent extravaganza' and similar, but I felt I had to write a review to warn anyone with an IQ over 65.
This film is just awful.
The plot, summarised: pew, pew, PEW, BOOM, BOOM, sand, boom, pew. (Apologies for spoiling the surprise.)
The acting: who's that again? What's the point of what they're doing now? Why are we supposed to care?
The CGI: boom, boom, splatter, sandstorm, splatter, boom, growl, boom.
Also, I have to mention that the "motorcycles" and "stunts" done on said motorcycles p'ed my biker husband off royally.
Don't waste your time. This film is about as Mad Max as Jake Gyllenhaal was Prince of Persia. All budget, no actual substance of ANY sort - not even entertainment value, really.