It may surprise some to learn that I never watched the original Mad Max until last week.
I was born in 1980, so while it would be a few years before my dad started letting me watch movies like RoboCop and Terminator, Max’s post-apocalyptic gang war was well within the range of so many other films from that era that were right up my alley from an early age.
It didn’t have near the popularity of Alien or Star Wars, but as I got older and more aware of life and pop culture “nerd-doms,” I certainly came to realize it had a cult following along the lines of The Shining and Airplane!
But not having been exposed to it while I was young, and with so many other media to occupy my fanaticism, I fell for video games pretty hard by the time I was eight and didn’t leave myself room for much else. It should be no surprise then to hear that when rumblings of a Mad Max reboot/sequel/whatever was in the works that barely cared.
Eventually though, the trailers started trickling out.
Getting a glimpse of the new dystopian road warriors caught my interest more than anything I’d ever heard about its original inspiration. Not being one to ignore a series’ roots before jumping in, I at long last had motivation to see what the fuss was about. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I bought my Fury Road d-box ticket the weekend of its release and sat down at home to queue up a digitally-rented copy of the original.
Holy crap is Mad Max so very 80s; but that’s not what disappointed me.
The problem is I was expecting action like what I saw in the trailers for the new film. Now I’m fully willing to admit that was a mistake on my part, but I was definitely looking forward to seeing more gang rivalry than there was.