Mad Max: Fury Road (8/10)
by Tony Medley
Runtime 120 minutes.
Not for children.
A more peripatetic, high octane, testosterone-fueled chase film you will
rarely see. Imperator Furiosa (Charlize Theron) is trying to escape from
a Citadel run by a warlord who has enslaved seemingly thousands by his
domination of the source of water. Max Rockatansky, aka Mad Max (Tom
Hardy) has decided to go it alone in the dreary, dry, deserty
post-apocalyptic world in which he finds himself, but he gets captured
and then involved with Furiosaís escape. The result is a well-directed
(George Miller, who also shares a script credit with Brendan McCarthy
and Nico Lathouris) heart-pouding chase across the bleak landscape, made
even more intense by the powerful music (Tom Holkenborg aka Junkie XL)
which keeps the pace extremely high.
Other than money, I have no idea why good actors like Charlize Theron
and Tom Hardy would sign up for this CGI-inundated, special effects
extravaganza, but they did. Like the other films of this ilk, thereís no
acting to speak of, so little dialogue that the script must be the size
of a comic book.
But itís got action, Iíll give you that. Charlize and Tom (Max) spend
the entire film being chased by the bad guys. In accordance with the
protocol, itís filled with ridiculous fights, car crashes galore, things
blowing up, stunts that ignore the laws of physics, etc., etc., etc.,
all of which defy logic and common sense. But the action is so intense
and constant that credibility is irrelevant.
I guess the good thing is that I never got sleepy. Its desolate location
is a downer, and thereís not an iota of humor. While itís very exciting,
the prospect of the charactersí future is so dismal that if you think
about it, itís also pretty depressing. So donít think about it. If you
want entertainment from a film that wonít keep you looking at your
watch, you could do a lot worse than this.