Mad Max

Until yesterday, I had never seen a Mad Max movie.  I'm not into dystopia or cars or Mel Gibson for that matter, so I'm pretty sure Yankee was shocked when I said I wanted to see Fury Road with him.  But The Californian has seen it three times already, so I figured there must be something to it. Plus no Mr. Gibson, so that was a bonus.

For about the first ten minutes, I was all 'that makes no sense' and 'this is utterly ridiculous' before I finally decided to turn off the head critic and just enjoy the movie for what it was - a visually fantastic fun filled two hours.

It's hard to believe a car chase through a dystopian wasteland could be a thing of beauty, but it was. It's hard to believe that a scene of scantily clad women showering in the desert could be part of a feminist movie, but it was. It's hard to believe that a movie with so little dialog could tell such an interesting story, but it did.

I'm just glad that I gave it a try because now I can say I saw Mad Max and I loved it.