Lord, self never wanted to like Mad Max: Fury Road.
She saw the trailers and was — OMG, this movie’s been taken over by Charlize!
Not that self has anything against Charlize.
But seriously — where is Mad Max???
Today, in Banff, after an afternoon spent learning how to make a book (not writing — scrapbooking! With many famous writers alongside. So nice to have non-verbal expression, for once! Also, the store was absolutely delightful, and so was the owner.)
Wait a minute, self was about to write something about Mad Max. (Er, would you believe self has only seen a handful of movies this year? And it’s nearly half over! Must correct that situation pronto!)
Anyhoo, Tom Hardy. In that facial gear, self kept thinking she was watching Gerard Butler.
Not, however, when he finally succeeded in prying off the unholy device. And —
Ladies and Gentlemen, a new generation has arrived. His FACE, dear blog readers. THAT FACE.
Tom Hardy, you are so beautiful. After that, self never looked away from the screen once, not even while she was madly scribbling lines of dialogue into her take-everywhere notebook. She can barely decipher her scrawl now.
Self must also mention this other presence: Nicholas Hoult.
That boy. Okay, while not beautiful like Tom Hardy, he is moving. Self has seen him play a zombie, play a 12-year-old, play Jack in the Giant Beanstalk movie, and she always always finds him terribly easy to empathize with.
In fact, self would have to say the BEST lines of dialogue in this movie (What? There was dialogue? Hold on . . . Indeed there was! Not of the Shakesperean variety, mind you! But close, lol!)
For instance, somewhere in the middle of the movie:
Nux: There’s high ground just beyond that thing.
Furiosa: What thing.
One of the Brides: He means the tree.
OMG, do you see what self means about the dialogue? It is economical, it is brisk, and it does the job!
Next line of memorable dialogue: Wives (aka Breeders) having a squabble. One wants to give up and return to her oh-so-unholy breeding activities. The other wives chase after her and tell her:
You. Are. Not. Thing.
Loved it, loved it, loved it.
Do dear blog readers know that self has a science fiction story set in a dystopian (apologies, but she has to use that word) future? And it is called Thing? It was published in the New Orleans Review, 2012.
Yes, you brides who are all played to great blank affect by possible real-life models: YOU ARE NOT THING.
Three cheers for George Miller for using such a great line in his movie.
And now to Nick Hoult’s lines:
I live again.
There was just something so nihilistic, so even Nietzsche about that line. About the movie, in fact. Captured the despair of the characters perfectly.
So, when the credits finally rolled, self waited to see those words:
DIRECTED BY GEORGE MILLER.
Well done, sir. If she were in a movie theatre alone, she would have clapped.