Man! I had to see Mad Max: Fury Road so bad that I literally got out of my death-bead to do so. Ok - so it was only pneumonia, so chalk me up for literal abuse.
For that 2 or so hours I forgot I had a raging fever, a cough with blood in it, and the cardio-pulmonary action of a shrew on speed. With only minimal hyperbole: I regained the will to live.
Despite, or maybe because of, launching half-way into what would otherwise be a big-heist plotline. Ditto for the largely unexplained but intricate details of the characters and their cultures that coaxed you into making your own mythologies. The face melting action that felt non-stop but somehow avoided the usual desensitization that occurs 20 minutes into the blood and carnage. And absolutely because Furiosa was a magnificent character with bugger all backstory who still just worked on every level, played with absolute believability by Charlize Theron. Max was in it too.
Icing on the cake was that it provided fodder for satirical commentary such as this: "Men's Rights Groups have expressed horror at George Miller's new Mad Max film, claiming that its brutal, uncompromising depictions of gender equality and fully-formed female characters are simply too scary for them to appreciate the film. The movement, which seeks to return men to their traditional place of dominance and leadership in society, has fought against Mad Max using its usual strategy of infantile whingeing and mewling."
I can't wait for the next installments. I won't begrudge Namibia if they keep filming them there.