In the extreme desert wastelands of a post-nuclear Earth, Max Rockatansky and Imperator Furiosa fight for survival in a world riddled with decay. At first, life and death seem to be the only truths by which men and women abide. Warlords rule over entire populations through their hold over simple resources: water, gasoline, bullets. Reproduction, the essence of life and birth, is warped. Pregnant women are milked like cows in a dairy factory to nourish an ongoing war machine, while the most beautiful women are trapped in bank vaults as precious breeding commodities. Even our protagonist-hero, Max, states simply: “My world is reduced to a single instinct: Survive.”
Yet, even as Mad Max’s humankind tangles in a dance with death, the omnipresence of death fuels a new religion and aesthetic. Amidst adrenaline-fueled, literal blood-pumping car chase scenes, and rocker flame-fueled explosions that put Michael Bay to shame, Mad Max: Fury Road is still able to explore the rituals that men and women adopt at the extremes of survival. In Mad Max: Fury Road, humankind will even worship cancer, death, and war, if it means that there is a chance of rebirth.
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