Tonight I took part in a mass delusion ritual. I ed a packed house of cinemagoers flocking to laugh at a movie that they've convinced themselves is beneath their goodwill. Every joke, they told themselves was not an intentional act of comedy, but a bizarre mistake worthy of ironic reverence. So they laughed. Y'know, that thing you do when you hear a joke. Not to be That Guy writing an essay on the goddamn Chicken Jockey movie, but I am…
Mad as only Miller can, if not as satisfying a standalone experience as its predecessor.
But this is less a prequel to Fury Road as it is the first half of a four and a half hour wasteland epic that I'm already getting giddy thinking about mowing down in a single sitting. So, the best part of the movie is an entire other movie... Damning perhaps, but this is my Dune part 1 and 2 and any other opinion is frankly unaustralian.
Biopic shit is naff as ever but the numbers utterly embarrass the current class of blockbuster filmmaking, executed with staggering fluidity and phsysicality. YOU WILL BELIEVE A MONKEY CAN SHOOT HEROIN.
Do we NEED a Robbie Williams movie? Wrong question. Unburdened by the legacy of a true generational icon, Better Man can get its monkey handfeet dirty and be a better film than any of them. Still flipping between Angels and Rock DJ in my head half a week later. I feel insane.