“Mad Max” is a 2 1/2 post-apocalytpic car chase through the desert, with minimal dialogue or plot. It’s an adrenaline rush, an unapologetic popcorn movie. But that doesn’t mean it’s a brainless or stupid movie.
There aren’t many ideas in the script, but there are a ton on the screen. A movie filled as this one is with action scenes can be a borefest, because you just see the same thing over and over again. For reference, see any Michael Bay movie ever made how many shots of shattering glass, flying concrete, and blurry machinery does one really need? “Mad Max” avoids that fate by being, well, not monotonous. People don’t have to be talking in order for interesting things to be happening on the screen, and this is a film that gives us something interesting to look at in nearly every frame. There’s the crazy heavy metal guitar player strapped to the back of a semi, whose guitar is also a flame thrower. There are the guys who jump motorcycles over the giant trucks and throw bombs down into the cabs. There are guys and giant, flexing poles suspended from speeding muscle cars. There’s always something new, something creative and clever, happening. Who needs dialogue when the visuals are this good?