I Finally Got Around to Seeing Fury Road and I am…Conflicted
So a year ago, everyone on the planet was all You HAVE to see Mad Max: Fury Road. It’s brilliant. Over the weekend, I followed their advice. Settled in with a packet of chips and a few hours to kill, watched Tom Hardy and Charlize Theron drive some big-rigs and kill a whole bunch of war boys. And lo, it was… Okay? Good? I am, quite honestly, not entirely sure. I’ve heard the argument that we’re not yet equipped to really assess Fury Road, because it’s so far outside our experience of films thus far. It’s an incredible spectacle and an endless chase sequence and a monumental feat of world-building and the visual language is seriously fucking awesome. It also has the benefit of the most perfectly timed act transitions ever. Every half-hour, on the half-hour. In terms of studying structure, it’s great. But… Well, I spent most of the first act kinda…waiting for the story to start. Watching things in
