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Follow us on twitter OVLMagazine Find us on Facebook OVL Magazine 69 FILMS DVD Review Mad Max Fury Road 15 Certificate DVD Review Mad Max Fury Road 15 CertificateAnthony Lowery Imagine a film where Tom Hardy is the still in the storm. Bizarre right Yet stranger things happen in George Millers return to the post-nuke world of Mad Max similar to the originals in name setting and perversity only. Hardy gears up as the rebooted road warrior Max Rockatansky and cuts a far more excitable figure than Mel Gibsons riff on Robin Hood. His concentrated physicality is perfectly aligned with Millers meat- grinder M.O bringing to the character a beefy bravado that nods to his title role in Bronson. We first join Max as he desperately attempts to evade a band of zombified crazies whose skin is so whitened by radiation they make Voldemort look like Apollo Creed. Although Hardy commands the screen he isnt by far the focus - nor is Nicholas Hoults turn as Nux a runaway War Boy comically trapped between his desire to please and his own insufferable stupidity - and neither is the villainous Immortan Joe one-time Toecutter Hugh Keays-Byrne a raging tyrant and Bane progeny of sorts who considers his exotic wives his property. In this devilish domain teeming with testosterone its Charlize Therons stoic Furiosa who proves the protagonist. The one-armed rogue with Immortans stock of prized breeders in tow hurtles the War Rig through the desert with a grunting Max riding co-pilot in a desperate attempt to escape whilst a pack of vampiric psychos give pursuit in wildly imaginative hot-rods. Yes the plot is simple but if you take a spin down Fury Road let it not be for the story but for the spectacle. The adrenaline-soaked demolition derby rejects formulaic filmmaking in that its 120-minute runtime consists almost entirely of an unbroken chase laden with sandstorms crimson flares and slabs of soaring steel. The graphics here are painterly stunts superb delivered with expert levels of detail and discipline. But whilst amplifying its punk-rock attitude Miller revs up gimmicks such as thrash metal garbs a flame- throwing guitar and all sorts of skull paraphernalia that make this nonsequel play more like a promo for Iron Maiden. Millers script or rather combat strategy is as scarce of dialogue as this wasteland is of water. But it works. A script so sparing of discussion is the cinematic equivalent to driving with no brakes giving testament to the idea that excessive action speaks louder than words. Fury Road is poetical perversion. Very visceral. Very mad. Very maxed. Director George Miller Available on DVD 5 October 2015