Deep down, people just
love looking at freaks. And this
freak-show of a film… Christ it’s completely demented. In other words, I
finally did the inevitable the other day and watched Mad Max.
It wasn’t the hideous
midget. Not one-armed Charlize Theron. Not the fact that nobody says anything
that would make even remote sense. Not insane people spraying their mouths with
silver and screaming ‘TO VALHALLA!!!’
No, not them. It was the fucking lead guitarist on a bunch of strings that got me.
Can I say hilarious?
Because I’m not sure I can.
Mad Max is like a feverish dream of a 13-year old kid who played computer games
all day long and then blacked out due to complete exhaustion at some point
after midnight. Entertaining but mostly ridiculous. There’s no way you will pin
this down. And you just won’t beat that lead guitarist playing a goddamn Sepultura
jam ad naseum.
