"My review of Mad Max: Fury Road in pictures"
"A Sad Kind of Sickness"
"Do not, my friends, become addicted to Mad Max: Fury Road. It will take hold of you and you will resent its absence."
25 viewings. Jesus Fucking Christ.
Believe it or not, I'm not sure I'd consider Mad Max: Fury Road one of my favorite films and I wouldn't call it a masterpiece yet. For me to consider it either would require at least five years or so. You know -- that whole Test of Time deal.
What I *can* do is categorize this film under A-1 Alpha Prime Good Times Like A Motherfucker aka Two Hours Weeeeellll Well Well Spent. Wherever I was, whenever I was, if I found myself idle in this interesting ugly/beautiful world for a couple hours or more I would go see it again (and again) because I knew I would get my money's worth and then some. (And boy did I spend money.) It just kinda happened, he said defensively and not too convincingly. Every other week, something new would come out that caught my attention and I'd almost go see it until word of mouth would confirm my worst suspicions about it (O HAI Jurassic World!) and I'd go FUCK THAT SHIT gimme one for Fury Road!
It's alarming even to me, someone who will rarely see a movie more than once during its initial theatrical run. But there it is, my most watched film (during its initial theatrical run).
Believe it or not (part two): I'm in no rush to see it at home on Blu-ray, except for maybe the black & white or silent versions that will probably come out a year later in a double-dip edition. But after that, who knows, it might end up as one of those Go Big Or Go Home films I will only watch on the big screen, like 2001: A Space Odyssey or one of David Lean's epics. Don't ask me, I don't know, I can't waste time wondering about what I might do, I'm too busy trying to make this money so I can feed my imaginary kids.
In conclusion, it's too bad I have a girlfriend taking up the rest of my time, otherwise I would've seen this film many more times.
I'm just kidding, I don't have a girlfriend.