If you want a vision of the future, at least from George Miller’s perspective, picture a boot stamping on a human face for about two hours. Those in search of a bludgeoning good time will find it in his new scorched-earth action extravaganza, “Mad Max: Fury Road” — it’s hard to remember the last time a summer tent-pole movie over-delivered in the ways this does.
In resurrecting the Australian post-apocalyptic road-movie series that made his name — and launched Mel Gibson’s career — over three decades ago, Miller has skipped the salad and gone straight for the steak. Never mind that his last live-action feature was “Babe: Pig in the City” in 1998, “Fury Road” is a master-class in cinematic onslaught. It’s as if the director had taken the climactic tanker-chase sequence from “Mad Max 2” and strung it out into an entire film. It’s exhilarating, but also exhausting.