A mad, wondrous creation of percussive majesty, taking all the lessons and promises fulfilled by Fury Road and magnifying them to stunning ends. Impossible to dismiss its own reckoning as a sequel built under the shadow of one of the finest films in decades, Furiosa distinguishes itself as a true contemporary revenge epic, a Countess of Monte Cristo, not simply a chase film (albeit one of the best chase films ever). In certain ways, it is the best entry in this series, but a healthy reason for this result is in how deftly it builds upon its ancestral heritage.

On a first watch, it's a fitting follow-up, but on a second watch it's transcendent. This is a film that couldn't find its true audience in the theaters tragically, but it's built for streaming, rewatching, pairing with its predecessor. If this is the last one we get, we already got spoiled, but Dementus be damned: there's now hope that it finds a second life as an accessible streaming product, triples its audiences, and earns us another revoltingly joyous journey to the wasteland.