A post apocalyptic adrenaline rush

MAD Max

 

Last updated 8/1/2015 at 1:15pm

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Mad Max: Fury Road starring Tom Hardy (The Dark Knight Rises) in the lead role trying to survive beyond a harsh, end-times wasteland. Often a movie filled as this one is with action scenes can be a borefest, because you just see the same thing over and over again. "Mad Max" avoids that fate by being, well, not monotonous. This film gives us something interesting to look at in nearly every frame.

Mad Max is a two-and-a-half hour post-apocalyptic car chase through the desert, with very little dialogue or plot. It's an adrenaline rush, an unapologetic popcorn movie. But that doesn't mean it's a brainless or stupid movie.

Tom Hardy plays Max, because Mel Gibson has gotten too old and crazy to do so. But he's mostly a side character, along for the ride, with Charlize Theron in the driver's seat. She's a road warrior, pilot/driver of a War Machine (weaponized semi-truck in a world where everything, even the toilet seats, are weaponized) in a male-dominated society. There's a bad guy named Joe who controls the water and the women, some of whom he claims as wives and dresses in medical gauze, the rest he hooks up to milking machines. Yuck.

Theron decides to liberate the wives, and take them to a better, safer place, which leads to the giant chase, which is the movie. Hardy is part of the pursuit, as a sort of human blood-bag connected to a death-crazy Nicholas Hoult. But then he and Hoult end up on the side of Theron and her girls, and the chase goes on, and then goes back, with a bevy of tough-as-leather motorcycle grandmothers in tow, to seek redemption, and water, and maybe even some milk, while you're at it.

There aren't many ideas in the script, but there are a ton on the screen. A movie filled as this one is with action scenes can be a borefest, because you just see the same thing over and over again. "Mad Max" avoids that fate by being, well, not monotonous. People don't have to be talking in order for interesting things to be happening on the screen, and this is a film that gives us something interesting to look at in nearly every frame. There's the crazy heavy metal guitar player strapped to the back of a semi, whose guitar is also a flame thrower. There are the guys who jump motorcycles over the giant trucks and throw bombs down into the cabs. There are guys and giant, flexing poles suspended from speeding muscle cars. There's always something new, something creative and clever, happening. Who needs dialogue when the visuals are this good?

One of the advantages of so little story to follow is that, even though this is technically the fourth Mad Max movie, there is absolutely no need to see any of the others in order to understand this one. That's something you can't say about most of the big summer movie events coming our way this summer. It's a good thing, too, because the last Mad Max movie was in 1985, which means it was made before most of the people who were in the theater with me were even born. Isn't it funny how our vision of desolate/insane post apocalyptic future hasn't changed much in thirty years? Isn't it even more interesting that the problems that preoccupied us then continue to preoccupy us now? Are we any less likely to exhaust our resources and fight over oil and water than we were thirty years ago?

I'm sidetracked. Those are definitely NOT the questions "Mad Max" wants to ask, though they lurk in the background. This is not a movie that wants to ask questions, for heaven's sake. This is a movie that wants to strap you into an adrenaline-addled whirlwind of a car chase, and dare you to take your eyes off the screen or your fingernails out of those armchair cushions. It's really too bad drive-in movie theaters barely exist anymore; that would be the perfect way to watch "Mad Max;" behind the wheel, on an 80-foot screen.

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This is technically the fourth Mad Max movie but there is absolutely no need to see the others to understand what's happening in this one. That's one thing you can't say about the other big summer movies this year. Most of the people watching this movie weren't even born when the first one came out.

There's a lot of talk about how this is a feminist action movie, since it's about a woman rescuing women from men, aided by other women. I guess you can see it that way if you want, though I doubt this film would pass the Bechdel test, and most of the women in it are just as objectified as women always are in action flicks, and nearly as helpless. But maybe it's a step in the right direction, a step out of the dung pile that is the narrow-mindedness that rules movies about cars and guns, toward something a little more balanced. That'd be nice.

It all exists in a world too outlandish, too over the top to ever exist, but that is what's so fun about it. Everything here looks inspired by those T-shirts you can only buy at motorcycle rallies, all chrome tailpipes, skeletons, spiked blunderbusses and sunglasses, like steam punk on acid. If you're spending your time wondering how it all works, where in the world they get their gasoline and ammunition, then you're missing the point. Relax. It doesn't make sense. It doesn't need to.

Willie Krischke lives in Durango, Colorado and works for InterVarsity Christian Fellowship with Native American students at Fort Lewis College. To read more of his reviews, go to http://www.gonnawatchit.com

 
 

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