Review – Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome

For anyone who’s no good at celebrity impressions, this film will give you two that you can do together. First pinch your nose shut and say “Who run Barter Town?” Then let go of your nose and, talking hoarsely from the back of your throat, reply “Master Blaster runs Barter Town.” Amuse your friends. Fun at parties. On a more serious note, I honestly don’t think this film was quite as highly rated as it maybe should have been. Sure, this what-if-the-world-ended-in-the-early-eighties-and-punk-rockers-took-over-Australia premise is more than its share of stupid. And sure, the production overall is a muddled mess, made all the worse by the fact that two different directors worked on different parts of the movie. But the plot’s at least a little more clever than the second Max movie, and the production values are a great big load better than the first one. Mildly amusing