In the years since his previous “Max” outings, Miller has developed a peculiar filmography of mainstream works that smuggle mature themes into popular material that never demands it — most successfully with “Babe: Pig in the City” and the first “Happy Feet” — even if the sheer cinematic virtuosity of the “Mad Max” movies went latent.
What’s maybe being overstated by the film’s early admirers is the status of Miller’s trademark eccentricity, which is very much in place if not particularly inspired; frankly, the insane intensity of the leopard-seal chase in his animated-but-not-quite-for-kids Happy Feet was more shocking than anything in Fury Road, to say nothing of the alternately manic and melancholy ambience of Babe: Pig in the City, which still looks like some kind of avant-family-movie masterpiece nearly twenty years later.
Director George Miller, now 70, returns to the franchise he left behind 30 years ago — in the interim he's done such wildly different films as "The Witches of Eastwick," "Babe: Pig in the City" and "Happy Feet" — and proves he's lost none of the visual flair and imagination that drove those original films.
Directed by George Miller, who made his bones with the first Mad Max film (there were three altogether), and who later helmed Babe: Pig in the City and Happy Feet, Mad Max: Fury Road is a two-hour, manic moving target, never once slowing down to let the engines cool.
Noted Australian madman George Miller may have distracted himself (and amused us) with films like Babe: Pig in the City and the two Happy Feet toons, but now it's time to quit goofing around and get back to the dusty, post-apocalyptic wasteland that launched his career.
George Miller may have taken 30 years off from what he does best (no disrespect to Babe or Babe: Pig in the City , both of which I loved for wildly different reasons) — but he gets back behind the wheel of his monster-truck imagination as if he’s done little more than dream up how to do that Mad Max thing bigger and better.