The Future’s So Bleak, I Gotta Wear Shades

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The Future’s So Bleak, I Gotta Wear Shades

Illustration: Saachi Mehta/ Arré

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ast year, I went to see Mad Max in a diversion-ready frame of mind. As part cineophile, part film junkie, I inhabit both these worlds but art house cinema can sometimes be too serious an affair, so I reserve Friday nights for the popcorn movies. I crave the emotional balm of a happy ending, the rush of borrowed adventure, the antidote to “real life”.

But much to my dismay, I left the cinema, worse for wear, rattled with an eerie sense of doom. Judging from the chatter in the theatre, the audience seemed largely unconcerned that in Furiosa’s world, water is scarce and people are enslaved. Charlize Theron was simply a heroine who’d traded cape and tights for a badass shorn head and I was accused of taking the action too seriously. But was I, really?

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