I was on a plane, air-bound for a despicably long international journey, brooding and sighing my way through the claustrophobic and bleak confines of the metal bird that seemed to be crawling, and time essentially seemed to have stopped ticking. I wanted to tear my hair out and scream, and I wondered what could possibly explain the calm semblance of my fellow travelers.
Fidgeting restlessly, and looking miserably at my miniature screen, I stumbled upon a picture of a bald warrior against a golden desert and a stark orange sunlight. The fierce face, a beautiful contortion of pain and anger, resembled Charlize Theron. I have a thing for women in combat roles, and I have a thing for Charlize Theron. So, obviously watching this movie was a no-brainer initiative and a compelling, compulsive move conforming to a pattern etched in the brain.
This is my all-time favorite movie ever. Why? Because its unique, and has an integrity, purity and madness that is symbolic of true art. The aesthetics and the action sequences are surreal, wild and eccentric. Every scene is a whirlpool of creative energy eliciting wonder, and stark raving awe. The desert has never looked more romantic for an adventure, and for a quest for justice against overbearing evil.
The story is about a wanderer called Max, who ends up as a prisoner in a kingdom with a vile, and a fascist ruler called Joe Immortan. Their world is a stark, dying, exploited world called Citadel where the inhabitants of the kingdom are reduced to beggars living a wretched life. Joe Immortan is a sadist psychopath with a noxious ensemble. He is in the notorious habit of having an array of young wives to commit carnal acts against their will, and to obtain a progeny from their sickening and unholy communion.
To escape their horrific lives, the wives enlist the help of Furiosa, the Imperator of Citadel. The movie is about this rescue, and the bloody, violent war that besets the fate of Furiosa and these girls while they are on run from Joe and his bloodthirsty army. In the ensuing chaos and pursuit of Furiosa, Max, a prisoner of Joe's army, escapes and helps save the girls and destroys Joe Immortan. Obviously, when Joe and Furiosa meet for the first time, its all fireworks of fists and kicks, growls and snarls, jumping and hitting: an epic fight scene which held me in a trance.
The cinematography, the colors, the desert, the action, the performances, the post-apocalyptic world are breathtaking. This movie surpasses the vanity and glitter of Hollywood movies by eons, and is in a league of its own. I loved it to pieces. Charlize Theron as Furiosa and Tom Hardy as Max are brilliant. I have never been so mesmerized by a movie before. George Miller and his crew are truly an avant-garde fleet, and I cannot thank them enough for crafting a kick-ass female lead like Furiosa.
Do yourself a favor, and watch this movie.