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Several years after the deaths of his wife and child, Max has become an alienated nomad, wandering an Australian outback that has fallen into tribal warfare conducted from scattered armed camps, helping a community of survivors living in a gasoline refinery to defend them and their gasoline supplies from evil barbarian warriors.
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.