The first Mad Max film, from 1979, is the worst of the lot. “Original” and “Classic” do not equate to “Good”. In my opinion, this is because the world in which Max exists is more interesting than the titular character himself and in that first flick we spend far too much time with him and his soon-to-be-roadkill wife and sprog.
In the sequels, Max exists purely as our eyes upon this world, its insane inhabitants and weird, irradiated charm. Max isn’t the main character, the wasteland is. Max is as much a vehicle as the rusty death machines that tear up the sand.
The makers of Fury Road clearly unde