Everyone's used to dystopias or post-apocalyptic futures on film, but arguably no movie has given audiences a future as out-there as Mad Max: Fury Road. Because some 45 years from now, after a cataclysmic series of events has changed the Earth forever, there's apparently no sense of normality left. In Fury Road, the world is a desert where liquid - whether that be water, oil or milk extracted from the breasts of human women (ugh) - has become a priceless commodity. Radiation sickness and desperation have driven survivors crazy; tribal warfare, between cannibals, bullet farmers and underground-dwelling Russians, has become the norm, almost a recreational activity; while relics of the past, like muscle cars and cans of chrome spray paint, have become fetishised as part of a new quasi-religion. A far more extensive article would be required to examine Miller's world properly and do it justice, such is the sheer detail in his film. To sum up: the future quite clearly, as the tagline says, belongs to the mad.