"Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga" is a predictable, if regrettable, disappointment. It would be wildly improbable that George Miller could top the over the top "Fury Road". And maybe coming close to matching that delirious cinematic peak would have felt redundant. But this latest entry in the Mad Max franchise feels worse than redundant, it feels unnecessary.
Oh, there are wonderful post apocalyptic visuals, eye-popping action set pieces, and the cinematic panache that is Miller's trademark. But like the first and third installments in the series, this one gets bogged down in story. And any story that isn't strapped to the front fender of a vehicle hurtling across the Australian outback at top speed only detracts from what we came for: action.
The genius of "The Road Warrior" (lucky Americans who were spared the prosaic title "Mad Max II") was that it wedded an archetypal hero's journey to a novel milieu and jaw dropping vehicular mayhem. It was a high octane retread of "Shane", if not "The Illiad". And not only did it offer gobs of kinetic, inventive action, it cleverly deconstructed its Campbellian pretenses without entirely puncturing them. It stands as one of the most visceral, and cerebral, action movies ever made.
"Fury Road" attempted some revisionist mytholigizing as well, wrapped in nearly unrelenting action spectacle. It was a triumph.
"Furiosa" flirts with the "Yojimbo" model of playing two warring factions against each other, but never commits. But "Fury Road" doesn't need "Furiosa"'s backstory. And, except for marketing purposes, and as Miller's proving ground, "The Road Warrior" didn't need its predecessor "Mad Max". And did anyone need "Beyond Thunderdome"'s lame messiah parody? Two out of five ain't bad.
Oh, there are wonderful post apocalyptic visuals, eye-popping action set pieces, and the cinematic panache that is Miller's trademark. But like the first and third installments in the series, this one gets bogged down in story. And any story that isn't strapped to the front fender of a vehicle hurtling across the Australian outback at top speed only detracts from what we came for: action.
The genius of "The Road Warrior" (lucky Americans who were spared the prosaic title "Mad Max II") was that it wedded an archetypal hero's journey to a novel milieu and jaw dropping vehicular mayhem. It was a high octane retread of "Shane", if not "The Illiad". And not only did it offer gobs of kinetic, inventive action, it cleverly deconstructed its Campbellian pretenses without entirely puncturing them. It stands as one of the most visceral, and cerebral, action movies ever made.
"Fury Road" attempted some revisionist mytholigizing as well, wrapped in nearly unrelenting action spectacle. It was a triumph.
"Furiosa" flirts with the "Yojimbo" model of playing two warring factions against each other, but never commits. But "Fury Road" doesn't need "Furiosa"'s backstory. And, except for marketing purposes, and as Miller's proving ground, "The Road Warrior" didn't need its predecessor "Mad Max". And did anyone need "Beyond Thunderdome"'s lame messiah parody? Two out of five ain't bad.
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