Lately, I’ve been a little slow on new movie / book / album releases. All this late twentyhood with its full-time job, errands and such – you name it. However, after watching a couple of big-name movies and a few artsy ones, reading a couple of best-sellers and one “underground” story, I haven’t felt such a need for emotion blast-out as after viewing the new Mad Max release. One of the reasons I enjoyed the movie so much could be the fact of me not seeing the original version, so that my perception was not compromised by comparison. Deep inside though, I know it’s just because the movie is that good.
The Mad Max starts with an expected, scorched and fruitless post-apocalyptic landscape, where the only job the residents have is to survive. Max (Tom Hardy) appears during the first few seconds of the set, hearing voices inside his head, trying to make sense of all the surroundings and referring to his consciousness as a “black matter of [his] brain” – a quote, worthy of many compliments in my vocabulary. So, it starts: constant struggle, depression, and a very improbable nearest future haunted by countless enemies and one filthy, ruthless tyrant. Max gets captured only to be introduced to Imperator Furiousa – a futuristic amazonian character, brilliantly portrayed by Charlize Theron.
There’s so much wrong with the future… Shortly, the person who controls the water controls and own everything and everyone. The disgusting tyrant does exactly that, in the meantime producing ugly, unwell offsprings with his multiple wives. Two words need to be said about the wives: all of them were breath-taking! Beautiful, intelligent and skilled, they still didn’t have a choice and had to follow their cruel times’ regime. Late pregnancy of one of them was shown in a tragical way, and having their husband’s children was the thing those unfortunate ladies feared the most.
Stunning visual effects also had a great significance. The fact I particularly enjoyed was the cleanliness of the storyline: despite of all the gore, brutality and inevitable desperation, the plot didn’t include any foul language, disrespect or nudity, except for the very gentle, artistic inclusion of the escaping wives – perhaps, the most sensitive and romantic part of the entire movie. Cruelty and beauty had to coexist, despite all the obstacles and the atmosphere of death.
During the introductory part of the movie, there were barely any dialogs, except for the savages’ short exchanges, which also brought much more beauty to the further moments. The ending wasn’t happy; neither was it a disappointing one. From the finale though, it did look like such an outcome would benefit most of the people involved. If you get a chance, see this movie – it will leave visuals in your mind for long after you leave the theater.