Review by Matt Finley
It's hard to review a movie as magic and wonderful as
MAD
MAX: FURY ROAD... it's just impossible to metabolize so much visceral joy into
slack lexical strings without losing the crucial crackling surge of pure love
that rare films like this so effortlessly conjure. Or maybe it's just hard to
review it without sounding like a 10-year-old at the dusty end of his third Fun
Dip pouch running in circles and making car sounds.
So please allow me the occasional hood-kicking VROOM as I
assure you that the fourth installment in George Miller's sand-choked,
rust-coated, post-apocalyptic odyssey is as vibrant, wild, nasty, and fun as
any of its preceding entries - THE ROAD WARRIOR included.
