Few movies pack the visceral punch of The Road Warrior, the brutal sequel to the Australian hit Mad Max. While the original is more of a revenge picture on an Earth fairly similar to our own, the follow-up takes place after the apocalypse. I originally saw this film back in 1993 in a high-school film class, and it’s stuck with me ever since. Inspired by my current We’re All Dead! marathon, I decided it was time to revisit this classic movie. It definitely holds up 18 years later and actually has more resonance now that I understand the grand achievement.
If you haven’t seen this movie, please stop reading and immediately place it at the top of your Netflix queue. Now that you’re back from a fun viewing, I’ll just provide a brief plot synopsis. Mel Gibson stars as the title character; the actual title is Mad Max 2, but it was changed for U.S. audiences unfamiliar with the original. Max is a near-silent character wandering the wasteland in his Interceptor, a muscle car of the strongest variety. Following the murders of his wife and child, he’s just trying to survive by locating the last remnants of gasoline, a very rare commodity. The road is populated by the vicious gangs of The Humungus (Kjell Nilsson), a masked nemesis whose warriors cruelly decimate all travelers. A small group of citizens is trying to survive and protect their stash of gasoline. Although he generally takes the Rick Blaine approach of sticking his neck out for no one, Max ends up leading a daring ride in a tanker truck to help the more civilized bunch.
Although the chase is the highlight, there’s plenty more to like in this film. In fact, nearly the entire movie retains the unyielding pace that we see in the final act. The story opens with Max pursued by several goons who seem to have him trapped, but this is not his first rodeo. After he reaches the settlement, the plan is very simple but seems impossible. Max doesn’t seem to care if he dies, which explains why he’s the perfect man for the job. He does build a brief connection with the Feral Kid (Emil Minty) that shows humanity beneath the gruff exterior, but we barely see it. Most of the time, he’s the stoic individual who tells the desperate people “You want to get out of here? You talk to me”. There’s no emotion in his approach to saving them — it’s a deal for gasoline and his own survival.
The Road Warrior is a post-apocalyptic movie, but it doesn’t waste time meditating on the reasons for humanity’s destruction. There’s a brief, narrated prologue that explains how we destroyed ourselves, and then we jump right into the action. Miller and his co-writers Terry Hayes and Brian Hannant remove all the plot excesses that can doom even the most promising films. This world’s devastation is easily understandable without having the characters talk directly about the situation. They’re in such dire straits that just surviving another day seems like an unlikely proposition.
Road Warrior owed more than a passing debt to Clint Eastwood's High Plains Drifter, a film Road Warrior mirrors in all but the car chases. Both are post-apocalyptic tomes (HPD's apocalypse is the Civil War and RW's is a nuclear war) about former law men (in HPD Clint's man with no name is believed to be the ghost of the town's murdered sheriff and Max of course was a Highway Patrolman whose wife and child were murdered) who ostensibly rescue a group of people who are besieged by ruthless thugs. Neither anti-hero says much, neither is particularly liked by the people they're saving and both go their own way at films end. Still RW manages to stand on its own thanks to those glorious car chases.
ReplyDeleteInteresting comparison, Chris. I haven't seen High Plains Drifter, but I'm definitely going to check it out in the future based on your description. Thanks for the comment!
ReplyDeleteIt's a great film. Influential as all hell. Pretty much finished off the traditional western with its moral depravity. Written/directed by Eastwood himself. Thanks for the post!
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