And this is how I amuse myself. Don’t get old, kids.

Tonight Rob and I went across to the largest screen in the UK to see FURIOSA: A MAD MAX SAGA (2024) and it did not disappoint.

I used to live in the cinema, but these days I cherry pick very carefully what I’m going to see. Back in the day I’d happily take a gamble. I went to see THE MATRIX (1999) not knowing a damn thing about it for example, but those days are long gone. You can’t even watch a fucking trailer without having the ‘best part’ of the next 120 seconds rammed down your throat in case you click away. Don’t get started on the actual movies…

I was confident that we were in safe hands with George Miller. At this stage I’d trust him to strap me to an exploding car and toss it off a cliff. The MAD MAX movies are my STAR WARS and represent pure cinema that you can draw a line from all the way back to THE GREAT TRAIN ROBBERY in 1903. If you don’t think Mel Gibson and the guy who sang the song at Scott and Charlene’s wedding in Neighbours can be ART then I don’t know why we’re talking to each other.

I’m still processing the movie. All I can say right now is that there’s a certain scene where someone in the audience shouted, “Fuck, yeah!” with his fist in the air and shit if it wasn’t me. It also features the best line in cinematic history and I can’t wait to see it again. And again. And again.

Much more to come on this one.