Ah, George Miller’s apocalypse: it’s horrible to be back. I don’t know about you, but when I come into a Mad Max movie, I expect a certain level of grot. A level of grime, grossness and gasoline, the smell of petrol in the air, villains stalking around in fetishwear, you feel me? And, if there’s … Continue reading Movie Review: Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga