Mad Max: Fury Road

A triumphant return to the reckless mayhem and guilt-free indulgence of the early '80s action/adventure bubble. Fury Road puts foot to floor right from the opening bell and never lets up, somehow topping itself over and over again, even when it seems like there's nowhere left to go. It's joyous anarchy, a world that thrives on all of society's dirty secrets; completely post-apocalyptic crazy but also a little more familiar than we'd care to admit. Of course, it's a visual powerhouse - a glowing example of art direction, stunt driving, cinematography and character design that's damn near unrivaled in modern cinema - but it's also an audio behemoth. Like Inception's deep bellow or Terminator's ominous rumble, Mad Max 4 can convey a looming sense of dread through its frequent, effective use of bass. You feel that rumble? That's the ride starting back up again. Junkie XL's accompanying soundtrack is a perfect tonal match, the right blend of fuzzy, maxed-out guitar licks and incessant, pounding tribal drums. Perhaps most impressively, the film doesn't feel obligated to dig up every last bit of backstory on its way to the finish line. If anything, it revels in leaving that to the viewer, whose imagination is bound to fill in the blanks for such a broad, wildly eccentric cast of characters far better anyway. It's a raucous success, a lethal dose of sensory overload that hits like a two-hour surge of adrenaline. I loved it, constantly shaking my head at the experience and laughing at myself like a little kid at his first R-rated movie. Loved every minute. Revised thoughts after a 2016 re-watch: Technically and visually, there's really nothing that can compete with this. A continuously dazzling, picturesque visual marvel that's half Burning Man and half Clockwork Orange, I could sit back and just soak up the atmosphere for hours without complaint. The opening forty minutes, almost exclusively an action/chase scene, are absolutely captivating and whip past in a heartbeat. It slows down momentarily after that, if just to offer the audience a fleeting lungful of air, but we're rarely more than five minutes from our next pulse-rocking orgasm of steel and violence. The story is conveyed in bursts and shreds, often illuminating just enough of the world to force more questions, which probably bucked some viewers. If we look closely enough, though, many of those answers arrive via background action or subtle hints. That uber-minimal approach gives us extra time to linger in the visual splendor, while still feeling nourished by a story that's more than just skin and bones. Still one of my favorite films of the last ten years, and a must-have for any home Blu-Ray collection.

Ich habe diesen Film gesehen. Ehrlich gesagt, er hat sehr hohe Bewertungen bekommen, die Leute haben dieses Werk sehr positiv eingeschätzt. Aber mir persönlich hat er nicht so gut gefallen. Er hat zwar seinen eigenen, ziemlich einzigartigen Stil, der sich deutlich von anderen Filmen unterscheidet, vielleicht erinnert er ein wenig an „Sin City“. Aber insgesamt würde ich diesem Film trotzdem nur sechs von zehn Punkten geben.

Esse filme não é tão bom quanto eu lembrava. Cara o que define minha opinião é que tem que haver vales para terem picos, um filme inteiro só na ação n tem tanto impacto em nada os momentos calmos são muito curtos ninguém conversa e quando alguém conversa parece um dialogo escrito por uma criança de 12 anos. Mas é divertidin.

Pretty poor film with little to keep me watching it. Some terrible acting and a poorly developed storyline. Mostly boring. I would avoid.

Selten so einen so lahmen Käse gesehen. Die fahren da einfach 2 Stunden durch die Gegend. Eintöniges Setting ohne Spannungsspitzen runden das ganze ab. Keine Ahnung, warum der so gefeiert wird.