Warner Bros. original film Mad Max: Fury Road was released May 15th, 2015.
#FuryRoad made $380.4M internationally.
rottentomatoes: 97%
metacritic: 90
imdb: 8.1
oscars: 6 wins
Furiosa
Imperator Furiosa goes on a rogue mission in a post-apocalyptic Southern California.
“We’re heading east. It’s a detour. Eyes right. No. We’re good. We fang it! Stay out of sight! Now! Aah! Aah! How does it feel? Out here, everything hurts. You wanna get through this? Do as I say. Now pick up what you can and run. Kill switches. I set the sequence myself. This rig goes nowhere without me. Not without them. You’re relying on the gratitude of a very bad man. You’ve already damaged one of his wives. How grateful do you think he’s gonna be. You’re sitting on 2,000 horsepower of nitro-boosted war machine. I’d say you’ve got about a five-minute head start. You want that thing off your face? Let’s go. Behind you. What do you see? Hm. Aah! We’re dragging something out back. I think it’s the fuel pod. This way boy wants me dead! He’s kamakrazee! Throw him out! Bullet farmer. They’re coming from the bullet farm. Yeah? I made a deal up ahead. Safe passage. I don’t know if it’s still any good. Get back in the hold! Keep the hatch open. I need you here. You may have to drive the rig. Whatever you do, you can’t be seen. I’m supposed to be alone. That was the deal. Hey. What’s your name? What do I call you? Fine. When I yell ‘fool,’ you drive out of here as fast as you can. This is the sequence — one. One, two. One. Red, black, go. You have it?” — Furiosa
“It’s all here! Three thousand gallons of guzzoline, just like you asked! I’m gonna unhitch the pod. You drop the rocks. Yeah, well, I got unlucky. Let’s do this! Fool! Gun!” — Furiosa
Max Rockatansky
“My name is Max. My world is fire and blood. Once, I was a cop, a road warrior searching for a righteous cause. As the world fell, each of us, in our own way, was broken. It was hard to know who more crazy… …me or everyone else. Here they come again. Worming their way into the black matter of my brain. I tell myself… …they cannot touch me. They are long dead. I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead, hunted by scavengers, haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland. A man reduced to a single instinct– survive.”
“Ah! How much more can they take from me? They’ve got my blood. Now it’s my car! Confucamus! That’s my head! Aah! Water. Ahh. Ah. You. Bolt cutters. Chain. Hey, hey! That’s my jacket. You can get in. So we wait. Uh-uh-uh. Ah, stay out of there. Huh? No, no. I’ll go. You got more friends. You. You stay. You stay there. Down here. Does it matter?”
Nux
“Hey, what’s happening? Slit. What’s going on? Slit! An imperator. Who? W-what stuff? You’re my lancer. Not today. Today is my day. I’m not staying here dying soft. I just need a top-up, some more juice. We take my blood bag. We take my blood bag and strap him to the lancer’s perch. That’s right. High-octane crazy blood fillin’ me up. If I’m gonna die… I’m gonna die historic on the fury road. Immortan! Immortan Joe! Ah! He looked at me! He looked right at me! He turned his head. He looked me straight in the eye. No. I am awaited. I am awaited in Valhalla! Immortan! She’s ours, Slit! She’s ours. First, we get the buzzards off her back! Form up! Get up! You can do it! Morsov! No! Witness! Crew! Outta the way! Out of the way! We need counterweight get the blood bag down the back. We’re goin’ in, Slit! Oh, what a day! What a lovely day! I am the man… who grabs the sun… …riding to Valhalla! Witness me, blood bag! Witness! I live, I die, I live again! I got it! Glory me, blood bag! We snagged her alive. He’s gonna shred her. Shred her! Oh, look at them. So shiny, so chrome. He’s gonna be so grateful. We could ask for anything. I wanna drive the war rig. What are you gonna ask for? Sure. I mean, you can ask for more than a jacket. Wait, it’s you and me. Filth! You traited him! No! I live, I die, I live again! It’s over. You can’t defy him. He is the one who grabbed the sun. By his hand, we’ll be lifted up! No, I am awaited! We’re not to blame!”
Wives
“We can’t breathe down there! We’re not going back. Angharad, is that just the wind, or is it a furious vexation? We’re going to the green place. We’re going to the green place of many mothers. It hurts. Of all the legs you had to shoot, that one was attached to his favorite. Smeg! You don’t have to do it just because he tells you. What choice does she have? He’s not gonna hurt us. He needs us. Why? To bargain. Oh, he’ll hurt us, all right. Do you think he’s coming to the green place? Never! He’s a crazy smeg who eats schlanger! The gas town boys. Don’t damage the good. Big rigs. Polecats. Flamers. And there’s the people eater himself. Coming to count the cost. No unnecessary killing! We agreed! He’s just a kid at the end of his half-life. Hold him! Tie him up! Get off him. Chuck him out. Just watch us, mate. Look at how slick he’s fooled you, war boy! He’s a lying old man. That’s why we have his logo seared on our backs! ‘Breeding stock!’ ‘Battle fodder!’ You’re an old man’s battle fodder! Killing everyone and everything! Then who killed the world?”
Immortan Joe
“Once again, we send off my war rig to bring back guzzoline from gas town and bullets from the bullet farm. Once again, I salute my imperator, Furiosa! And I salute my half-life war boys who will ride with me eternal on the highways of Valhalla. I am your redeemer! It is by my hand that you will rise from the ashes of this world! Do not, my friends, become addicted to water. It will take hold of you. And you will resent its absence.”
“Hm? Splendid! Angharad! Where are they? Miss Giddy? Where is she taking them?! Where is she taking them?”
“Once I’m over, clear the rocks and bring everyone through. You! Climb aboard!”
War Boys
“After him! After him! Now! Witness! We are war boys! War boys! Kamakrazee war boys! War boys! Fucacima Kamakrazee war boys! Hooked on! Today we’re headin’ to gas town! Gas town! Today we’re haulin’ aqua cola. Aqua cola! Today we’re haulin’ produce! Produce! And today we’re haulin’ mother’s milk! Mother’s milk! Rev it up for the Immortan Joe! Clear off! Get ’em all off! Clear off! Signal gas town. Convoy’s on its way.”
“I got a war boy runnin’ on empty. Hook up that full-life. Hey! Careful. That’s a universal donor. Boss, we’re not going to gas town? Bullet farm? I’ll pass it down the line. New orders! Thunder up! Thunder up! This is not a supply run! Go. Go. Go. Ace, what’s going on? We’re heading east. Why? I don’t know. That’s the order. Moo. Hey, pa. You know about this? Your produce ain’t going to gas town. She’s gone off-road… into hostile territory. Why would she do that, dad? Let me see. Let me see. Rictus. I wanna see! Rictus, go see what’s agitating dad!”
“Treason, betrayal, an imperator gone rogue. Furiosa. She took a lot of stuff from Immortan Joe. Breeders. His prize breeders. He wants them back. Not a hand laid on ’em. By my deeds, I honor him. V-8. Oh! I’m driving. I just promoted myself. Look at you! If you can’t stand up, you can’t do war! He’s right, son. Ah, you’re already a corpse. There’s no time! It’s got a muzzle on it. It’s a raging feral. Yeah. Yeah. Organic. Yeah. Hitch up his blood bag. Right-o. Yeah! He looked at your blood bag! He was scanning the horizon. Yeah!”
“Hey! Heads up! Heads up! Boss! We got vehicles from the citadel. They’re firing flares. They want reinforcements from gas town and the bullet farm. What is this? Backup? Decoy? Buzzards! Buzzards right! Eyes on! Eyes on! Buzzards right! Eyes on! Yeah! Should we turn it ’round and run ’em into our backup? Thunder up! Here we go! Prepare the gunners! Morsov! Come on, attack! War! Ready! Aah! Aah! Aah! Morsov! Witness me! Witness! Witness! Mediocre, Morsov! Mediocre! Aah! Ready! Get ready! Back me in! They’re coming! Ah! Go back! Hydaulics! Hydraulics! Yeah. Now we bring home the booty. She thinks he can lose us, dad. She thinks we’re stupid. She thinks she can lose us in there! Fang it! Fang it! Why can’t you stop? What have you done? What have you done?! Hunt them down! Hunt them down! Aah! Hey, head… say bye-bye to the neck! Decapito! Come on! We’ve almost got her! Come on! Hold it steady! Aah!”
“Make way for the ripsaw! Immortan! Immortan Joe! I got a war boy! Says he was on the war rig! Hey! Hey! I got his boot! I got the blood bag’s boot! Take me! I got his boot! All this for a family squabble. Healthy babies.”
Post-Apocalypse / Voices
“Why are you hurting these people? It’s the oil, stupid. Oil wars. We are killing for guzzoline. Guzzoline. The world is actually running out of water. Now there’s the water wars. …to the terminal freak-out point. Mankind has gone rogue, terrorizing itself. Thermonuclear skirmish. The Earth is sour. Our bones are poisoned. We have become half-life.”
“Hello? Where are you? Where are you, Max? Max. Max Rockatansky. Help us, Max. You promised to help us. Max? Is that you? Where were you? Help us. Where were you? Help us, Max. Where were you, Max? Help us! Help us, Max. Stop running. You let us die. You let us die! You promised to help us. Why?”
“It’s comin’. G-get ready. Yes. Yes. Yes. It’s comin’.”
“They are not your property. You cannot own a human being. Sooner or later someone pushes back! She didn’t take them. They begged her to go. A long way from you. Aah!”
“What’s this war rig doing on our patch!? Foolish… but welcome.”
“You said, ‘a few vehicles in pursuit. Maybe.’ We count three war parties! That’s our fuel!”