I love —absolutely love— the Mad Max films (just the Max films tho; I wanted to enjoy Furiosa, but its opening act was waaay too long). One of my fondest childhood memories is of my introduction to VHS in the early 80's, my eldest brother making the most of his girlfriend working at a petrol station that also ran a video club. The first films he brought home; the double-barrelled awesomeness that were frikkin' Mad Max 1 & 2!
Fuck. YES! I watched them thrice over the weekend before they were returned to my eventual sister-in-law's place of work - rewound of course; I'm not a complete psychopath...
Anyway, I digress. My favoured of the much admired adventures of our antipodean anti-hero was, is, and shall ever be Mad Max 2. It remains, in my eyes, an almost perfect action movie, both bombastic and restrained, with some wonderful visual storytelling, incredible set pieces...and one absolutely tremendous explosion! Witness!
I would wager this is one of the finest, greatest, and hugely crazy explosions ever committed to film, and I don't mind admitting that concussively captivating conflagration gets my fuel injectors a little flooded. My favourite Max movie though it may be, I've almost taken to watching it as much for this deliriously devastating detonation as anything else within its 1hr 35m span of post-apocalyptic perfection.
Yes, I'm waxing lyrical over this movie somewhat. Did I happen to mention it's a favourite of mine?
See you on the road, skag!
