As you probably have heard, the new Mad Max: Fury Road film is the post-apocalyptic world of Mad Max and The Road Warrior has been made into basically a feminist propaganda reel. The main plot is basically The Handmaid’s Tale with car chases; as a take-charge feminist rescues women who’ve been held as breeding units by a male warlord rapist, and must take them to a sanctuary maintained by enlightened pacifist womyn.
The women, leaving behind graffiti reading, “We are not things” and “Who killed the world?” (Answer: men, obviously), run off hoping to restart a normal life in the verdant, distant world Furiosa remembers from childhood.
Along the way they angrily pry off their sawtooth-lined chastity belts. Later they run into a motorcycle gang/feminist collective called, somewhat suggestively, the Vulvani, and shoot it out with Joe’s troops, the Warboys. In a touch that shows an appreciation for a feminine quality of guarding and advancing life amid so much death, one of the Vulvani has a secret keepsake box. It’s full of seeds. Full of the future.
She and her comrades evolve from eye candy into a feminist guerrilla force. They are joined by a band of older women called the Vuvalini, who along with Furiosa, decide to give Immortan Joe’s patriarchy a taste of its own medicine.
“Mad Max: Fury Road,” like its namesake both humble and indomitable, isn’t about heroism in the conventional, superpowered sense. It’s about revolution.
Still, if you have hankering to have feminist propaganda hammered into you in all its misandist glory, a $10 movie ticket is cheaper than a semester at any university.