If there’s one thing that’s abundantly clear from watching George Miller’s latest apocalyptic road trip, , it’s that the man’s imagination is always working. We’d wager, for instance, that Miller puts more work into thinking up Fucked Up Dudes to populate his movies with than many directors devote to entire films; it’s not surprising to learn that he has a whole other movie already living in his head. But the tantalizing prospect of , which would apparently serve as a prequel to 2015's , describing what Max Rockatansky got up to between answering the question “ ?” in 1985 and ending up as one of Immortan Joe’s Blood Bags in 2015, does hinge on a pretty nasty hypothetical.
“I’m just waiting to see the reception on ,” Miller . “If it all lines up, then we’ll go ahead with it.” The issue, of course, is that while kicks ass, it has been kicking ass at the box office, where it’s had .
(And, to be clear, didn’t do mind-blowing numbers or anything either, ultimately bringing in $380 million during its whole run—enough to more than double its budget, but not a blockbuster by any measure.) The new film, which stars Anya Taylor-Joy and Chris Hemsworth, the former portraying Charlize Theron’s character, and the latter plumbing dark new depths of his “affable, over-confident idiot” persona, presided over a very slow Memorial Day at the box office, bringing in $32 million in domestic markets. In a universe where the Hollywood apparatus exists pr.
