The story tells of a man named Max where his wife and child died. Max soon became an expatriate man, traveling to remote areas of Australia that fell into tribal wars carried out by scattered armed camps. In those areas, Max began helping a group of survivors living in the gasoline refinery. Max's mission is to defend these people and their gasoline from the evil Berber gangs that evoke vandalism and destruction.
Out of the countless action movies produced in the 1980s, there only a few genuine works of art; [this film] might very well be the best of that extremely rarefied company.
Miller's choreography of his innumerable vehicles is so extraordinary that it makes Spielberg's Raiders of the Lost Ark look like a kid fooling with Dinky Toys.
Director Miller keeps the pic moving with cyclonic force, photography by Dean Semler is first class, editing is supertight, and Brian May's music is stirring.
For pure rhythm and visual panache, Miller has few real competitors; the climactic chase, with its deft variation of tempo and point of view, is a minor masterpiece.
