The idea for harnesses with rubber straps came from baby bouncers.
We wanted a fight to the death, but just another fight. And the Thunderdome represents our kind of entertainment, our sport and pageantry - a combination of Super Bowl, gladiatorial contest, Sunday matinee and religious coronation. A lone warrior searching for his destiny.a tribe of lost children waiting for a hero.in a world battling to survive, they face a woman determined to rule.Bartertown is a microcosm of Max's world, with everything that has corrupted our modern society - hustling, trading, the whole profane business of life.And because it’s a story like that, it has a softer nature. And we said, well this is really a story about Max coming out of the closet. Mel Gibson often describes the character as a sort of a closet human being who denied his humanity because he thought it wasn’t conducive to survival. So it automatically had a softer heart to it. So we were talking about that, and it kicked off the idea of kids who were Lord of the Flies-type kids, and that led to this story. And what would happen if Max or someone like that… Terry was saying if you had a tribe of kids after the apocalypse who had only a few fragments of knowledge, a mythological belief as to what was before. In other words, they take a few fragments of knowledge and, if you take like the Aboriginal tribes of Australia, they just take simple empirical information and using those little bits of the jigsaw construct very elaborate mythological beliefs, which explain the whole universe. We were talking one day and Terry Hayes started talking about mythology and how where people are short on knowledge, they tend to be very big on belief.Max: So what's the plan? Pig Killer: Plan? There ain't no plan! About
One day cock of the walk, next a feather-duster. Auntie Entity: Well, how the world turns. The Collector: Perhaps you've got something to trade after all.Īuntie Entity: And what did you do before all this? Max: I was a cop, a driver. The Collector: You that good? Max: Mmm-hmm. The Collector: Oh, and of course he'll be desperate to clear his conscience. The Collector: If you find him, what then? Max: I'll ask him to return what's mine. The Collector: Next! Max: I've got skills. If you have nothing to trade, you've got no business in Bartertown. 'Cause we knows there'll come a night when they sees the distant light and they'll be coming home.ĭialogue The Collector: People come here to trade, make a little profit, do a little business. And we lights the city, not just for him, but for all of him that are still out there. But most of all we 'members the man who finded us, him that came to salvage. Still in all, every night we does the tell so that we 'member who we was and where we came from. We got to travel it, and there ain't nobody knows where it's gonna lead. Time counts and keeps counting, and we knows now: finding the trick of what's been and lost ain't no easy ride, but that's our track. Those what had gone before had the knowing and the doing of things beyond our reckoning - even beyond our dreaming. One look and we knewed we'd got it straight. I sees those of us who got the luck and started the haul for home, and I 'members how it led us here and how we was heartful 'cause we seen what there once was. I's looking behind us now into history back. It's the tell of us all, and you've got to listen and to 'member, 'cause what you hears today you got to tell the newborn tomorrow.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dying time's here!
MAD MAX BEYOND THUNDERDOME FULL
And now, I've got two men - two men with a gut full of fear.Now, when men get to fighting, it happens here, and it finishes here! Two men enter, one man leaves. Look at us now, busted up and everyone talking about hard rain! But we've learned! By the dust of 'em all, Bartertown's learned. Fighting leads to killing, and killing gets to warring, and that was damn near the death of us all. Listen on! Listen on! This is the truth of it.Well, ain't we a pair, raggedy man? Goodbye soldier!.And the law says, "Bust a deal and face the Wheel!" You think I don't know the law? Huh? Wasn't it me who wrote it? And I say this man has broken the law.Death is listening, and will take the first man that screams.
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