

MAD MAX 2 WEZ BOYFRIEND SERIES
The second film practically popularized the Scavenger World and The Apunkalypse in film, filled with balls to the wall action and was the best remembered film in the series until Fury Road (itself a loose remake of this film) 30+ years later.


The Gyro Captain, for his cool means of transportation, Character Development and quirky personality.The Warrior Woman, for being an early Action Girl in the series, and having some Defrosting the Ice Queen dynamics towards Max.Awesome Music: The music for the opening narration is both bleak and stirring at the same time.Anti-Climax Boss: Lord Humungus, as he and Max are never directly face-to-face at any point until Max smashes into his vehicle with the tanker truck.Papagallo does note it's irrelevant, retorting "Go where?" Alternate Character Interpretation: Is Lord Humungus genuine in his attempt to get the refinery settlers to walk away or was he lying? This is actually discussed In-Universe as there is a division amongst the settlers as to what to do until Max offers to bring them a truck.Census Bloodbath: As We Go On, We Remember All The.And that's just about the only part of his body that isn't exposed. Though each member of the Marauders and the refinery colony has their own uniquely compelling design (notable examples include the Feral Boy with his Niagara mullet, a blonde citizen with a ponytail reminiscent of Cindy Lou Who, and the pink-bearded bloke in his hot pink sports car), perhaps no single character in the history of cinema is more memorably costumed than Humungus himself.Īll towering muscle and imposing bulk, Humungus' burned skull is hidden by a molded hockey mask that reduces him to a Michael Myers-type figure of blank-faced evil. With the film's profusion of wipes, staccato-framed action, and abundance of fetish leather, it's rather like Buster Keaton paying a visit to a Pride Parade, all jolting motion and exposed flesh.

George Miller's aesthetic blossoms into its fullest form here, dominating the screen with its unhinged fervor. Piecemeal and strange though the costumes of Mad Max may have been, they could hardly hold a birthday candle to the roaring bonfire of Road Warrior. It's a great shame upon my ancestors that I have come this far without extolling the virtues of the costuming, provided with gusto by Norma Moriceau.
