Mad Max: Fury Road


Noted Australian madman George Miller may have distracted himself (and amused us) with films like “Babe: Pig in the City” and the two “Happy Feet” toons, but now it’s time to quit goofing around and get back to the dusty, post-apocalyptic wasteland that launched his career. “Mad Max: Fury Road” reboots Miller’s cult-favorite franchise with all the intense, explosive energy you’d expect from a passion project that’s been some 20 years in the making. Which is to say: it is straight-up, wall-to-wall BONKERS.

Not the story, mind you. That’s actually pretty simple. In our ruined future, the Wasteland is run by a grotesque, misshapen tyrant called Immortan Joe (Hugh Keays-Byrne), who has a harem of wives to build his posterity and keeps a tight rein on his subjects by controlling the meager water supply. A loner named Max (Tom Hardy) runs afoul of Joe and finds common ground with one of Joe’s own officers, a 1.5-armed badass called Imperator Furiosa (Charlize Theron).

What follows is essentially a feature-length car chase, with Joe’s ferocious albino kamikaze soldiers pursuing Max, Furiosa, and their small band of survivors, both sides attacking each other without bothering to pull over first. Most of the battle takes place in, on, and under the speeding vehicles, which are fortified with armor and tricked out with essentials like flamethrowers and spiked tires. Amazingly, Miller paces the almost nonstop action in such a way that it doesn’t get tiresome, nor is it ever hard to follow. No shaky-cam for Miller: he WANTS us to see the spectacular stunts and intricately choreographed fights.

The details of Miller’s near-future world are a delightful hodge-podge of influences and traditions, hinting at a treasure trove of backstory. That compensates for the present characters being merely serviceable rather than memorable — not that such things matter when you’re staring goggle-eyed at high-velocity mayhem.

A- (2 hrs., 1 min.; R, a lot of action violence, some of it a bit graphic; some nonsexual nudity.)

Reprinted from City Weekly.