This is the first Mad Max movie that feels like a movie. The first two feel like, I don’t know, gritty portraits of a world gone sideways. This one feels like a production, like Hollywood got its clammy hands on it.
In a couple of rare moments, The Fall Guy succeeds in achieving the Point Break Effect where you’re laughing with it, and at it at the same time. Where it works as both the thing, and the parody of the thing, in the same moment.
Mad Max is a blast from the first frame. It opens on a guy watching a couple having sex through a rifle scope and moves straight into a car chase replete with the impressive stunts and screaming, speed obsessed lunatics us modern Max fans have come to know and love.
If the idea of playing a turn-based strategy game with a crew of mutant animals battling psychotic cult members and police robots still trying to dispense jaywalking tickets 100 years after the bombs fell doesn’t sell it for you, then I guess I’ll go on.
There are aliens? And you’re helping some of them? Some of them are helping you, but also maybe trying to kill you?
