MAD MAX: FURY ROAD
Orange, yellow and red.
That's all I can see now.
And the dizziness.
I hope that passes soon. My brain is still struggling to take in the amount of cameras showing so many different things at once. And then, just as things start settling down again, I remember the editing. Fast cuts and multiple frame rates used to speed up or slow down the action accordingly. One second it's keystone cops, the next it's a John Woo film without the doves.
Hearing stuff. Yeah, that's difficult too. I can hear a dull, throbbing murmur like someone is speaking to me underwater, but the predominant noises in my ears at the moment are the MASSIVE FUCKING EXPLOSIONS WHICH NEVER STOP.
But is this a bad thing?
An assault on the senses, the likes of which I'm unaccustomed to because for once I was seeing REAL cars, REAL motorbikes, REAL supertrucks, and REAL stunts. Fury Road simply has to be viewed at the cinema. Don't mess about downloading some shitty copy onto your tablet, laptop or mobile phone. Open your wallet, take the hit and visit that place which usually annoys the shit out of you because of people rustling sweet wrappers, slurping and gurgling drinks, and constantly whispering and giggling to each other.
It won't bother you this time, I promise. BECAUSE THE FILM IS SO FUCKING LOUD.
Be warned though. At one point, somewhere around the hour and a quarter mark, there aren't any explosions, weapons being smashed into people's faces, shouting, screaming, engines revving, or fist fighting for about three whole minutes.
The story? Don't worry about it. Good vs evil and all that good stuff really.
There's hero Tom Hardy (Max) heroine type Charlize Theron (Imperator Furiosa), sidekick bloke, Nux (young Beast from the X-Men films), villain of the piece, Immortan Joe (Hugh Keays-Byrne from the original Mad Max), and five lovely girls used for breeding purposes. Oh, and Hell's Grannies. Not to mention a metric fuckload of insane looking vehicles travelling at stupid miles an hour.
The characters names say everything you need to know: Rictus Erectus, Toast the Knowing, Slit, The Splendid Angharad, The Dag, and Cheedo the Fragile among many, many others.
But it's The Doof Warrior you'll probably remember the most. The guitar player backed by massive amps set up on the front of one of the big rigs, seemingly there only to be the biggest, loudest car stereo in the post-apocalyptic world.
It's loud, it's violent, it's batshit mental, and it just never fucking stops.