whynotwriteme

Lots of action and cool vehicles and crazy post-apocalyptic freaks but flat, uninteresting characters, no good dialogue and a boring, simplistic story.

The fat-lipped inexpressive Tom Hardy has absolutely ZERO charisma compared to Gibson's Mad Max. Calling him Mad Max was basically pointless, as he was more of a supporting character to Furiosa and the film was not really about him. The Mad Max character could have been anyone. None of the other characters were very well developed except maybe Nux and Furiosa.

My theory is that Miller actually looks at this as a reboot with a FEMALE Mad Max, Imperator (Max) Furiosa (Mad). Imperator Furiosa in this film is far more like the familiar Mad Max character we know than Hardy's character. Miller pulled a real sneaky one here.

If you are an ADHD suffering video game junkie then I guess this is an amazing movie, but if you like stupid, useless boring old- fashioned stuff in movies like stories, fleshed out characters you can identify with and memorable dialogue you will probably be very disappointed.

Watching this was like playing a video game for two hours, or rather watching someone else play the game.

I did laugh at the "salt in the wound" scene but for the most part I found this forced and self-consciously artsy and obscure and for the most part pointless and random with no real link to anything remotely accurate about the American West. At least when the Italians re- invented the western they did so in a raw, honest and enthusiastic manner. This is just another twist on the recent "Bleeding Cowboys" sub-genre of unrealistic yet "gritty" Gothic westerns.

Absinthe drinking bounty hunters, a Congolese singing trio, one in a wheelchair miles from nowhere in the wilderness, a ruthless bounty hunter who adopts a naive lovestruck boy, Aborigine like forest dwelling mud-smeared Indians in "Colorado"... Sure, whatever.

Go to a grocery store and buy a piece of limburger cheese. Hold it under your nose for 90 minutes while inhaling deeply. That's the olfactory equivalent of watching this film. I can't imagine any reason other than contractual obligations why Morgan Freeman would agree to be an accessory to this. From the soporific sequence in which Freeman and his blonde mannequin like partner drone on and on for what seems like hours, to the lame, cliched games of the kidnapper (including a direct ripoff of Dirty Harry) to the absolutely ludicrous 'plot twist' which seemed as if they ran out of script before they had 90 minutes worth of story, to the endless mouthing of the kidnapper's name, ("Soneji! Soneji! Soneji!" over and over and over) and especially the idiotically contrived scene in which Freeman guesses a password, complete with the use of '&' instead of 'and' on the FIRST TRY, this 'movie' absolutely reeked. If I was a director and had dropped this turd of a film, I would have credited it to Allen Smithee and gone back to working in a video store. Don't go and see this. Remember the names of the director, Lee Tamahori and the screenwriter, Marc Moss and boycott all of their future 'work'. Do this and you may strike a small blow for good movie making.