8 years ago I met this couple who I thought were pretty cool.
I began independent friendships with both of them. The wife became a confidante and lady love who always inspired me and advised me and we always had a special bond, in fact she was present at the birth of my two babies, and Semih – the husbo – and I formed a friendship over our mutual love of film, amongst other things.
A London film school grad, he was working in a cinema as they had only just moved to Australia after meeting and marrying in London. She, a sweet Aussie, and he, a crazy assed Turk. He didn’t like working in the cinema, and I wasn’t inspired by my job as an audio producer and we both wanted bigger and better things for our lives.
We started doing projects together. Music videos, short films and although we had a tiny weeny amount of acclaim once, we both moved on to bigger and better things. He got into the movie business proper, and I well, you know all about me already.
Mad Max was first released 30 years ago and although I doubt I actually saw it at 8 years old, I know I was still quite young when I saw this iconic Aussie film.
I also remember how bent it was conceptually.
I was stoked to learn my friend got a job as an editor working with George Miller on his latest Mad Max film, Fury Road….and I was even more stoked to learn that three years later when it was about to be released that his wife was going to be in LA (cos she’s also a high faluting film industry type) for the premier and my man Sem needed a date.
The dress code was Post Apocalyptic Glamour and I was freaking pumped. I’ve never been to a proper premier before but the thought of going with someone whose very own blood, sweat and tears had gone into the movie exhilarated me no end.
It was a freezing cold, drizzly night and the line of people trying to get in was epic, but not for us, because we walked to the front of the line where other editors and crew were waiting.
WE WERE THE IN CROWD
At least in my mind.
The major stars, Tom Hardy (hubba hubba), Charlize Theron (who rocks a stump and a crew cut) and George Miller himself were all in Cannes so it was only the Aussie icons and a cast of millions, because there really was a stupendous amount of cast in some of those scenes.
So, the movie……
Holy snapping car chase, it was INCREDIBLE. I’m not much of an action flick chick but this shit was off the freaking RICHTER.
I kept finding myself holding my breath, ducking and weaving, all the while with the most perplexed look on my face because this movie is incredibly twisted.
This post apocalyptic world they live in is such a fetid wasteland and all of the inhabitants are feral and freaky.
It was a crazy, rollicking car chase movie of epic proportions, and I honestly could not have been prouder sitting there next to my mate as I watched it (sipping free champagne.)
There are many messages about life and hope and dreams, but this is not a fluffy movie. I loved how even though it’s more ‘American’ than the original there is still a whole heap of Australianisms in it.
To get away in the War Rig they ‘fang it’, and later they drive ‘half a click’ up the road. Heaps of Aussie heads were in it, even though they had to move filming from the outback to Namibia
The plan was to shoot here but unseasonal, unforeseen rain turned the barren wasteland into a flowering garden. Semih was flown to Namibia for the shoot and he had told me what it was like, but nothing prepared me for the post-apocalyptic Wasteland that was the setting for this life, after life.
Basically, it rocked.
You want a movie to bend your freaking brain, that has eye candy, car chases and explosions up the wazoo, then this is it, my friends. Mad Max Fury Road is a cracking film.