...an answer to the macho nonsense that so often defines the action genre... The pacing, the sound design, the editing, the music..., and even the emotional stakes are all so far above average...

Mad Max roars triumphantly back into theaters.

Less haunted than bombarded by prescribed visions of a dead daughter, Hardy’s Max cuts an even more enigmatic figure than Gibson’s muttering Robin Hood.

Everything looks churned and charred: the heat and desert have turned everyone mad, like Max.