I could say all the things. George Miller has run out of ideas. Nothing fresh or new here. Chris Hemsworth kind of ruins it by being Chris Hemsworth. The CGI is off in places (and *really* off in other places). It's just not Fury Road.
And it isn't.
But we wanted more Mad Max, and this is it. Well, so to speak. Aside from maybe the most teasing of cameos, Max is nowhere in this story.
But we wanted more Furiosa, and this is it. What did we expect? Furiosa's fate is set. And so this film moves like a conveyor belt towards an end we know is coming, stopping at all the places we've already been. Gastown, the Bullet Farm, the Citadel. Just about every Fury Road character is back, too. Immortan Joe, of course, and his weird sons. The guy with the big fat foot and the guy with the snarling snaggletooth... you get the idea.
All but Max. Instead of Max, we get Dementus (Hemsworth), and, for a little while, a Pretorian (sp?) called Jack (Tom Burke). But it doesn't quite add up to Max. And a film that's part origin story, part love story, part tale of vengeance, doesn't quite add up to Fury Road, either. With it's furious tempo. And it's jaw-dropping scale. And its Charlize Theron and its Tom Hardy. And it's NOVELTY. By God, we hadn't seen a Mad Max film in THIRTY YEARS when Fury Road came out. Now it's barely been ten, and honestly it feels like just yesterday that Tom Hardy was chewing through his iron mask and Charlize Theron was deftly shifting gears on her war rig, looking like a total bad a$$.
When Fury came out, it felt rich with backstory. We didn't know anything about Furiosa - we gleaned it. We didn't know about the concubines she was rescuing; it was slowly revealed to us. Fury didn't explain itself. The Warboys had their own culture, their own words for things -- we just accepted it as we barreled along. Everything was new and shiny.
I said I wasn't going to say all of this. But I am. Because we wanted this, yes, we wanted more Max, erm, Furiosa, but we wanted something new, too. Not just a retread of all the places we'd been. Not just a spelling out of all the things we'd gleaned through the subtleties of the first film. Oh, she lost her arm THAT way?
You know what? I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW.
The not knowing is better. The mystery is better. This felt like Miller didn't really have a story to tell. He told us all the things he hashed out in the writer's room prior to Fury road and left out of the script as backstory to inform performances and make things feel three-dimensional.
Origin stories are for superheroes, maybe. Could you imagine a film that explained how Bruce Willis's John McClane was in the military, and then became a New York cop, and some of the stuff he went through with Holly, all leading up to their separation and him getting on a plane out to LA to see her? Die Hard works because we don't really know any of that. We accept his skills and fearlessness. It's hinted at he's no ordinary cop. We don't need it spelled out.
Furiosa was good. There were some fun moments. But it didn't feel necessary the way Fury Road did. That vital film, one I can't imagine not existing. I can imagine this one not existing.
7/10.
And it isn't.
But we wanted more Mad Max, and this is it. Well, so to speak. Aside from maybe the most teasing of cameos, Max is nowhere in this story.
But we wanted more Furiosa, and this is it. What did we expect? Furiosa's fate is set. And so this film moves like a conveyor belt towards an end we know is coming, stopping at all the places we've already been. Gastown, the Bullet Farm, the Citadel. Just about every Fury Road character is back, too. Immortan Joe, of course, and his weird sons. The guy with the big fat foot and the guy with the snarling snaggletooth... you get the idea.
All but Max. Instead of Max, we get Dementus (Hemsworth), and, for a little while, a Pretorian (sp?) called Jack (Tom Burke). But it doesn't quite add up to Max. And a film that's part origin story, part love story, part tale of vengeance, doesn't quite add up to Fury Road, either. With it's furious tempo. And it's jaw-dropping scale. And its Charlize Theron and its Tom Hardy. And it's NOVELTY. By God, we hadn't seen a Mad Max film in THIRTY YEARS when Fury Road came out. Now it's barely been ten, and honestly it feels like just yesterday that Tom Hardy was chewing through his iron mask and Charlize Theron was deftly shifting gears on her war rig, looking like a total bad a$$.
When Fury came out, it felt rich with backstory. We didn't know anything about Furiosa - we gleaned it. We didn't know about the concubines she was rescuing; it was slowly revealed to us. Fury didn't explain itself. The Warboys had their own culture, their own words for things -- we just accepted it as we barreled along. Everything was new and shiny.
I said I wasn't going to say all of this. But I am. Because we wanted this, yes, we wanted more Max, erm, Furiosa, but we wanted something new, too. Not just a retread of all the places we'd been. Not just a spelling out of all the things we'd gleaned through the subtleties of the first film. Oh, she lost her arm THAT way?
You know what? I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW.
The not knowing is better. The mystery is better. This felt like Miller didn't really have a story to tell. He told us all the things he hashed out in the writer's room prior to Fury road and left out of the script as backstory to inform performances and make things feel three-dimensional.
Origin stories are for superheroes, maybe. Could you imagine a film that explained how Bruce Willis's John McClane was in the military, and then became a New York cop, and some of the stuff he went through with Holly, all leading up to their separation and him getting on a plane out to LA to see her? Die Hard works because we don't really know any of that. We accept his skills and fearlessness. It's hinted at he's no ordinary cop. We don't need it spelled out.
Furiosa was good. There were some fun moments. But it didn't feel necessary the way Fury Road did. That vital film, one I can't imagine not existing. I can imagine this one not existing.
7/10.
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