For better or worse, I’m exactly the right age to have discovered the low budget brilliance of the original mad max movies on home video. Quite quickly afterwards, I experienced the shuddering disappointment of it’s ewok friendly third act and to be honest, any enthusiasm for news of possible further adventures have been forever soured by memories of that disappointing PG rated finale. And then this trailer arrived…
In short, after more than a decade of disappointing diminishing returns, pointless reboots and far too many masked avengers, Mad Max – Thunder Road just happens to be the most entertaining piece of full throttle, no expense spared, blockbusting escapist nonsense this side of the Matrix.
Mark Kermode‘s mild mannered gripes are entirely on the money, the feminist motifs are a little bit muddled and it’s about 15 minutes too long but nevertheless, in my humble subjective opinion it’s well worth a trip to your local theatre of dreams.
When the first couple of glowing reviews started trickling thru, it did occur to me that the Guardian sponsored 4th wave feminist mafia might well get their twitters in a twist about a story depicting a violent, male dominated future where women are corralled into various slavery subsections including, breast-milk producers or “prized breeders” perpetuating the pantomime villain’s kingly line. Which I guess goes to show how little I know…
Because by the time the lights went down on premier night it was being championed as an allegory for the strengths of sisterhood and by the end of the week mad max even had his own feminist tumblr (whatever that’s supposed to signify?).
If you’re wondering what caused this unexpected turn of events, all fury roads appear to lead back to one blog piece written by some P*** artist called Aaron. In why you should not go see mad max feminist road, Aaron Clarey basically gets the hump because the author of the vagina monologes was asked to consult on the sex slave element of the story and reckons that Charlie Theron gets too much trailer time.
The fact that this relatively obscure blogger, who wrote a relatively obscure post, on a relatively obscure blog, made international headlines, you have to start thinking about who are the guardians of your news, who are the filters. Aaron Clarey
Just in in time for the opening weekend his article for the Return of Kings blog was picked up by media around the western world and spun into the latest reason to take a pop at anyone supporting the seemingly controversial concept of men’s rights, with headlines like mad-max hilariously angers “Men’s Rights Activists” and mad-max-makes-misogynists-sad.
Personally I reckon Aaron has missed a rare cinematic treat and I also suspect that a lot lot lazy journalists were unwittingly co-opted into selling-a-whole-load-of-tickets for Time Warner’s latest big budget franchise investment.
What should strike you is how similar the articles are to each other. The media we have is one full of “journalists” who essentially plagiarize each other without adding any additional reporting or value. If you read one of the above articles, you’ve read them all. Return of Kings Editorial
It is worthwhile recording that in the cut and paste feeding frenzy that followed the initial critique posted on wehuntedthemammoth.com‘, the ‘equality champion’ mask slipped from the faces of more than one smug (so called) liberal media columnist. Jason Wilson’s effort, the man-o-sphere is outraged about mad max hand me my popcorn, for the market leader in mainstream media misandry is a fine example.
Clarey is proposing that the man-o-sphere boycott the film. Which is all the more reason to go, get a large popcorn, satisfied in the knowledge that it’s salted with reactionary tears. Jason Wilson – Guardian Columnist
Like Aaron, Mr Wilson hadn’t actually seen the actual film but such a minor detail didn’t get in the way of him boldly declaring that it is a film about ‘the impotence and failure of men’s right’s activists’ (with added 3D explosions and scantily clad supermodels, obviously). Jason didn’t quite have the cajones to sign off with an order for a large popcorn salted with (Jessica Valenti trade marked) male tears but anyone paying attention will assume that’s exactly what he was implying…
This is what a futuristic feminist looks like.
I thought it would be interesting to compare the general tone adopted about, what will hereafter be referred to as, the Mad Maxipad kurfuffel with the approach taken to reporting a more interesting and genuine ‘gender equality’ tale that picked up a head of steam over the past 7 days.
But before I do, why not sit back and enjoy Max getting the shit kicked out of him by a bunch of girls…