So it was no big surprise that I dragged my better half to see the latest Max Max movie on the weekend. Mad Max is basically a two hour orgy of a chase scene along the Fury Road (I'd be furious too, if I had to drive in a car made of lawnmower parts and duck tape while a ragtag army of lunatics was trying to murderize me.) The plot is easy to follow—it doesn't really have one. Basically: there's a bad guy, and Charlize Theron (who's excellent in this) takes something he wants, and a domestic squabble ensues, making this officially the worst family car trip ever. That's pretty much it.
Personally, my view of the future is a little more friendly (I like to think of my End Times series as a look at the lighter side of the Apocalypse), but there's something to be said about perusing a darker kind of future. The movie is crashingly awesome—easily the best action movie I've seen in years. John and I were holding hands while watching it and my fingers still have the dents in them from when he was squeezing my hand. If that's not the sign of a good movie, I don't know what is!
If you've been on the fence about seeing it, I'd say DO IT! YouTube has a featurette about the cars that's sort of a teaser. Check it out, and if you like it, try to set aside some time to see Mad Max on the big screen. You might squeeze the shit out of a loved one's hand, but the movie is so good they will eventually forgive you.