I know what you're thinking: You're thinking that I'm a deliberately contrary bastard and that I'm not going to like 'Mad Max:Fury Road' based on some sort of twisted matter of principle... just because everyone does .
Nope, not this time. I ab-so-fucking-lute-ly loved it.
Put it this way, my wife went to the toilet during one of the most intense chase sequences ever committed to celluloid. Me, I would rather have soiled myself than miss a single frame of this movie. Stick that on the poster.
It's almost wrong to even talk about it as a movie. It's an experience; a non-stop rush, It's a two hour thrill ride. Scream if you want to go faster.
You know those tales from the birth of cinema, where people ran from the cinema because they thought the train was going to jump out of the screen? 'Fury Road' is like that.
Can you imagine what it was like to see the first colour film? Your eyeballs will experience that. You'll feel like you've been scorched by the desert glare. You'll feel like you've got gasoline in your mouth, sand in your throat, blood in your veins. You'll feel alive. A fuel-injected suicide machine.
I've seen it once and can barely process it. It's not perfect but I don't care about that at the moment; all that matters is that after thirty years there's another Mad Max film out there that was worth the wait and more than atones for 'Beyond Thunderdome'.
When idiots like me talk about pure cinema this is what we mean.
Didn't I spend most of last year moaning about the death of cinema? Bollocks to that. It's only just been born.
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