Mad Max - Review

Driving through the desert in a beaten-up jalopy, scavenging for petrol and water, hardly sounds like an ideal vacation. But Mad Max knows how to turn a grim scenario into a post-apocalyptic party. There are Australian accents galore – although Max himself seems to come from Home and Away’s central casting – and skinhead goons with leather fetishes.
After Max’s V8 Interceptor is robbed, he befriends hunchback oaf Chumbucket: the Igor to your Doctor Frankenstein. Chum hangs onto your temporary rental car as you ram bad guys off the road and hop out of the passenger seat for fisticuffs.
Coming from the publishers of the Batman Arkham series, the combo punch-ups owe a lot to the Dark Knight. The car chases – in which you shoot petrol tanks with your sawn-off, and use a harpoon to rip drivers from enemy cars – bring out your inner Road Warrior.