The opening bit in this anthology traffics in a kind of escalating whimsy, which pushes itself into the "oh, come on" zone juuust as it lets drop that there's something darker at work here. I was hooked immediately.
Unfortunately, it's only the first two stories that really crack that perfect mix of wickedness and whimsy; they're also quick and to the point. The stories after that mostly go for that mix too, but they sure take their goddamn time.
George Miller had been talking about this - or at least, had been persistently asked about it in interviews - for like twenty years now, and I don't know what's different about now that he finally got around to making it but I'm glad he did. The response on this has been gobsmacking, though I was willing to chalk a fair bit of it up to Peak Gen-X Nostalgia, and it coming at a good time to be heralded as…
Tom Six, like a lot of people whose art is childishly offensive and basically stupid, considers himself a warrior for free speech. (o, how hard he fights. On Twitter.) He dresses like the French guy in Raiders Of The Lost Ark and has so far shown the world exactly one idea, which he's flogged out for three movies now. I am caught between befuddlement and admiration.
This third gulp at the can dispenses with the dropout-Cronenberg medical horror of the…