I was never that into the original Mad Max films (in fact, having not seen them in two decades, I remember very little about them other than the fact that Tina Turner both terrified me and made me feel funny in my funny parts (much like Lady Gaga, who come to think of it, would be perfect for the Mad Max franchise (shut up, Dustin. Don’t give anyone any ideas)). The images of Charlize and Tom from Fury Road give me equally conflicting feelings about the urge to both retire to my bunk and to shower. Three times.
If I lived in a dystopia, I would stock up on loofahs and make a f**king fortune, people. And when Hardy and Theron’s characters came to town, I would offer to help them get those hard-to-reach spots on their backs.