There might be six pages of dialogue in the script. Maybe ten if they wrote out Tom Hardy’s grunting. It’s good grunting, don’t get me wrong because most of Tom Hardy’s work here is dialogue without dialogue. Max saws at the back of his masked head with a nail file so fast and with such insane anger that it becomes a line. You could have Tom Hardy complain about his face being strapped into a metal mask, sure, but it’s so much better to have this heathen outcast grunting and twitching and pulling at everything for the first 45 minutes of the movie like he’s a starving raccoon let loose in a restaurant walk-in freezer. He says his name once and I cried when he did even though I’m pretty sure he kills like 80 people for just doing their jobs as ripped albino death riders.
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