If there were the smell of pot in the air, a few thousand vagrants pooping in the streets, and a pusillanimous mayor kissing up to these psychopaths, the scene would be as bad as today’s Democrat-controlled cities. He’s horrified for an instant but then, when the others laugh at him, he pathetically revels in their attention. One loser reaches to catch a sharpened boomerang and it slices off his fingers. They sometimes carelessly injure one another. They’re comically stupid and incompetent, even as barbarians go. They’re mostly peaceful, mind you, aside from that penchant for burning, looting and murdering which is all the fault of their victims for getting in the way. They typically fight behind human shields who look a little like soccer moms. These exhibitionist pervs wield makeshift weapons like Molotov cocktails, nails and clubs – the usual Antifa stuff. “Humongous” is their leader, or at least their head bully. (Such realism was not illegal when this movie was made in the 80’s before the First Amendment was abolished.) One has a pink mohawk haircut and rides a motorcycle with a smooth skinny transvestite on the back. These new bad guys are even weirder than the old ones, but in a predictable and conformist way.

In the second movie, Road Warrior, almost everyone is a marauding bad guy. Max brought justice to those bad guys, and I don’t mean the social kind. Max was too tough for them, so they settled for his wife and infant son. The reason for that chip on Max’s shoulder – the reason he’s mad – is that he was such a good cop in the first movie that a bunch of weirdo thugs sought to defund him.

The best of the “Mad Max” movie series is the second, called “Road Warrior.” In a post-apocalyptic Australian desert, a former cop named Max, played by a young and buff Mel Gibson, drives around with a sawed-off shotgun in a tricked-out American/Australian muscle car wearing tight black leather and a large chip on his shoulder.

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