Why is the latest Mad Max considered a masterpiece? I’ve already written about it in a couple of blog posts, but I can boil it down to just a few points: narrative minimalism, sparse dialogue, practical effects, striking color saturation, flawless cinematography, and flame-spewing electric guitars. (Maybe not that last one.)
Seriously, though, the cinematography is superb. The film’s editing guides the audience’s eyes, tracing a clear path through the maelstrom of explosions, gunshots, dust clouds, and Tom Hardy’s scowls.
Incidentally, I still wonder whether the film’s villain, Immortan Joe, is secretly Donald Trump.
I’m thinking… probably.
It was a red-letter day when my brother and I trekked to our local movie theater to see this movie on a whim. Oh, what a day. What a lovely day!