The director of the original “Mad Max” movie, George Miller, returns with a new reboot called “Fury Road.”
Set in the future, in a very dry, hot, unspecified place, it is a post-apocalyptic world where it is everyone for themselves. Tom Hardy plays Max, who is on the run from a crazy leader who wants to harvest his organs. Charlize Theron, with a bunch of supermodels in tow, is trying to return to her old, greener pasture home.
Tom Hardy and Charlize Theron team up to fight the bad guys and sadly, that's about all there is to the plot.
There is very little dialogue throughout the film and instead of a coherent storyline, what we are given is a nonstop visual attack of action sequence. At two hours, it is a constant barrage of explosions, futuristic car crashes, gun shootouts and fight sequences.
The action hardly ever lets up and it is not only overkill, it is a fatiguing assault on my senses. After about an hour in, I started to really get mad.
Are the sequences well shot and visually interesting? Sure. However, they are also over budgeted and pointless. In many ways, this over bloated, over indulgent, headache inducing, endurance contest represents everything that's wrong with action, blockbuster moviemaking today.
Why does this man have car hoses on his face? Who are all these people wearing clown white makeup? Why do we have to endure senseless violence with no coherent backstory? Well don't look to this movie to give you any of those answers.
If I am going to get invested any movie, I have to care about what is happening to the characters. If you're going to give me an explosion filled, thirty minute action sequence at the start of the film, I need some context, some explanation as to why it's happening,
Sitting thorough “Mad Max” was like going the dentist and getting my teeth drilled. It is painful, noisy and aggravating and I could not wait for it to stop.
Hey listen; if you want to see stuff blowing up for two hours straight and don't care about a story or character development, then this is the movie for you. But I need a lot more out of a film.
Neil Rosen’s Big Apple Rating:
Half of a Wormy Apple