Everyone loves a bit of Tom Hardy don’t they? ( I mean… who doesn’t?!), and nothing beats him kicking some ass in Mad Max: Fury Road. Hardy stars as Max Rockatansky, a runaway who is chased and imprisoned by the vampiric and tyrannical War Boys of Immortan Joe (Hugh Keays-Byrne) who seems to be aiming for the prize of ‘Best Bane impression’ with his nightmarish mask and muffled monologues.
The world in which these two men live is full of corruption and deceit as oil and ammunition are used as currency. Hardy teams up with Furiosa (a shaven, Ripley-esque Charlize Theron) and co and rides in search of the mystical ‘Green Place’. En route, they encounter various arrays of chain-saw wielding, motor-bike riding crazies, which plays out like an episode of Sons of Anarchy on crack. Meanwhile, Nicholas Hoult is nearby unrecognizable as the suicidal Nux, the tumour-ridden soldier who wants to suicide–bomb his way to the apocalyptic hall of fame.
Putting the pedal to the metal for 90 minutes is one thing, but dragging it out to the two hour mark leaves this film feeling sluggish and leaves you feeling as though you have been repeatedly run over with a truck. The film’s editing style mixed with the sound-track doesn’t take away from the sense of fatigue and catharsis you get when the credits start rolling.
Similar yet dissimilar to the Mel Gibson original, the film never seems to get away from being sluggish and exhilarating and exhausting. Surprisingly, when the film was first aired, it was shown in 2D and so it shows that although sluggish and exhausting in places, it really is a feast for the senses, albeit a loud one.