It won’t win plaudits for storytelling complexity or depth, but George Miller’s Mad Max: Fury Road is a stuntman’s fever-dream come to engine-roaring life. A reboot of the Australian director original trilogy (that introduced the world to Mel Gibson), it feels like Miller’s spent the past thirty years dreaming up crazy ideas to feed into Fury Road. And now they’ve been unleashed as an antidote to the summer glut of CGI-overloaded blockbusters. That’s not to say Fury Road‘s devoid of digital trickery (very far from it), but it’s foremost a practical filmmaking endeavour.
Fury Road‘s a thrilling two-hour chase that cleverly decides to drop audiences into its perverse world, asking you catchup to its weirdness. It’s not initially clear why Max Rockatansky’s (Tom Hardy) been captured by a tribe of albinos, become the bonnet ornament of “War Boy” Nux (Nicholas Hoult); or, indeed, why Imperator Furiosa (Charlize Theron) has stolen an armoured War Rig of gasoline from chieftain Immortan Joe (Hugh Keays-Byrne; Toecutter in the 1979 original).