Iam a big action move fan and have seen mostly all the best and worst Hollywood action films ever.But for some reason i still don't know why i kept ignoring this movie for years in spite of hearing so many good things about. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again. a burnt-out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. On the roads it was a white line nightmare. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war, and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. when the world was powered by the black fuel. The man we called "Max." To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. But most of all, I remember The Road Warrior.
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