The hype was thick. My Facebook feed full of friends raving about the new Mad Max. I saw it. I liked it. It had beautiful cinematography. So many breathtaking, impressionistic landscapes. Perhaps they were all crafted digitally. Who cares, they were stunning artistic achievements. There was great art direction. I’m not a car guy, but I loved some of the vehicles. Definitely some Big Daddy Roth inspired muscle. There were some fun chase scenes, perhaps bordering on Hanna-Barbera Wacky Races silliness. Was it feminist? I suppose it was. Though, for me it was feminist the way animated kids movies are environmentalist. In other words, some light exploration of the issues at hand. I’m not complaining. That’s good. Better than the alternative. But is this a deep movie that really talks about gender issues? Not really. Is it a 2 hour over-adrenalized car chase? Yup. Did I stop caring at some point? Sure.
Did I like Mad Max? Why not? It had some moments. I did love the fact that the soundtrack was so loud it oblterated much of the dialogue. I once saw Cliffhanger in Italy without subtitles. I loved it. Had I heard the actual dialogue, I'm sure I would have been horrified. Did I like Tom Hardy grunting his way through the script? I did. It reminded me of Timothy Spall in Mr. Turner. Hardy is no Spall, but I like movies with lots of grunting.
Mad Max was fun. But it was no Snowpiercer, which I might argue operates in the same pedal-to-the-metal vein. For that matter, last night I watched the Rifftrax take on Sharknado, and that got much more of a rise out of me than Fury Road.