“Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior” Review | Myth-Making in the Flesh
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Now this is the Mad Max that I know and love. After the still-enjoyable first entry searched for what it wanted this series to truly be, Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior tosses out the romantic subplots, police force drama, and any trace of green life visible in a 10-mile radius in favor pure, bone-crunching mayhem set within the Wasteland. The Road Warrior deserves to be talked about within the vein of great action sequels, especially within the ’80s; thanks to a significantly higher budget and Miller’s creative vision, this second chapter in the legend of Mad Max solidifies this Australian post-apocalyptic action thrill-ride as one to remember.
Civilization has ended, and Mad Max now hunts for food and oil in a desolate desert where barbarism is widespread. Relying on his skills, weapons, and trusty canine companion at his side, Max scours the desert in search of resources. One day, Max spares the life of an attacker named the Gyro Captain in exchange for the location of an oil refinery, containing gallons upon gallons of fuel. Unfortunately, Max isn’t the only one who wants that fuel: a large gang, led by the nefarious Lord Humongous, desires the fuel as well. Max strikes a deal with the people of the refinery: find a semi truck and bring it to the refinery where they can drive off to a safe…
