Press Play: Mad Max Fury Road

If you've had a good meal then stay away from this one.

No, really.

Your tummy will press the eject button on that pasta in white sauce (or whatevs) so fast, you'll have less time to react before your neighbors caramel popcorn turns juicy cheesy. That movie ensures a rush.

I mean, whew!

Frankly, I never saw the Mel Gibson movies. Cousins used to talk about the macho insane savage in teenage corridors with increased testosterone levels, while I meekly admired the posters in awe. I wanted to watch that movie, but whenever the VCR was hired on rent, the movies that came accompanied were on the lines of "Zindagi Ek Jua" or "Dil" or some diabetical Bollywood entrapment.

Ackthoo!

Fury Road is not for the weak hearted. Don't see this movie if you've admired A-grade trash like "100 Feet Road" or "Twilight". It's made for mad folk with adrenaline induced, edge-on-the-freaking-seat action from frame #1. Forget popcorn , forget those chips, forget that sub-standard, super crappy A1 samosa, forget cola and most of all, forget that aweful boiled buttered corn. Forget the world for these 2 hours, forget yourself! For far too long had I longed for this rush. The insane cars that are used, the language, the slangs, the costumes they all scream for attention.

Make sure you scream.

Make sure you scream: What a lovely day!