A TALE OF MADMAX.....

 A TALE OF MADMAX.....

MadMax Fury Road is one of my all-time favourite of movies. Literally, you have to go into the dark to channel this entire story plot. Undoubtedly, these are not human beings who create such gut-wrenching movies, as they must be receiving help from the great beyond. Although this is not to say that mortals cannot be as creative, yet the entire MadMax storyline is paranormal, meaning that it is not humanly possible to conjure up such a narrative without having a savage mind.

Perhaps, I could be wrong but the entire movie scene, from the eccentric cars, to the cringe costumes, the horrid location, insane characters and the dark script itself, make for a vile tale that is mind-boggling, to say the least, and if you look even closer, you will see the devil trolling behind the scenes. The eeriness of the entire MadMax plot is so rot that it kind of reminds me of some of the most deranged people, places, and things I have experienced.

Let me begin with the gothic Stephen King novels. You know that when it comes to a gruesome adventure, no one drafts a grim fable than mister King. You know his mind switches to a default and his shadow side goes into oblivion, to churn out the most horrid of tales. You know that Stephen King is frightful with his narratives, capable of channelling ghastly scenes, which  entail drawing dark entities from the other side of an esoteric portal. In mister King’s fictional world, darkness rules the day, fear is raw, and evil lurks in every corner of his fantasy masterworks, just as uncanny as MadMax .

The thrill of MadMax can also be likened to one mentally disturbed damsel, infatuated with the Joker, that infamous villain of Gotham City. She knows that he is a text book psychopath, yet she cannot help but fall deep in love with him. She knows that he always puts her in a mental fog, while oblivious to the fact that her love for him is unrequited. She is trauma-bonded to him, webbed deep into his lies, and blinded by his delusions.

As she gets sucked deep into this strange love affair, she knows that her life is always in danger, hanging around a cold-blooded loon, yet her life’s purpose is to save him from those that threaten his very existence. She believes that he is a hero, and always justifies his destructive ways as a necessary evil. Her ultimate wish is to be buried next to him, when death comes calling on her. She knows that even God cannot save him but she is determined to change His mind, so that she may intercede for his maniac soul.

MadMax can further be equated to that African voodoo priest, capable of conjuring dead souls back to life. He knows his touch is poison and his words are venomous. He knows his portions are potent and his spells are binding. He knows his mystic powers are lethal, of which his master, the prince of darkness, bestowed on him. He remains isolated and in seclusion, adorning gothic apparel, just as his master prefers him to. He lives way up on the cold mountain, far away from humanity, mixing pills an portions night and day, while his evil eye is cast upon those that dare to challenge his dominance.

A MadMax adventure would be similar to a classic case of the boy is mine, a tale of two seriously misled women fighting over an average Joe. They both know that he is no Adonis, yet their catfights for his possession are absolutely vicious. They subconsciously are aware that he is Anubis, yet these broads want to rip their weaves off their heads for a sleazy jackal, who does not have a pot to piss in. They also know that they are goldmines, yet cannot help but cheapen themselves for a mare playboy, who probably does not have a dime to his name.

They believe that he is the one and do not want to share him. Meanwhile, he does nothing to stop this girl fight, in order to garner as much attention, so as to make up for his low self esteem. He is indeed a tempter, that caused two naïve women to pound each other into a pulp. On this note, that zero should be MadMaxed for dangling his rotten love over two innocent souls. But I swiftly digress.

In finality, MadMax can also be associated with that charlatan, turned cult leader, who misquotes the bible, leading most of us on the highway to hell. We know his background is no where near squeaky clean, yet we are keen on absorbing his odd sermons. We know he is foul, yet we are bent on accommodating his lies, while hiding his shame. We know that he robs us of our hard-earned money, nonetheless we make sure that all his bills are paid on time. We know that even God does not recognize him, neither does he approve of him, yet we fast and pray for the growth of his ministry. We know that we are like the little red riding hood, who is about to be devoured by the big bad wolf, yet we are unfazed by our own foolishness.