I just got home from the cinema. John suggested we watch the new Mad Max film, Furiosa, and I happily obliged. The thing is, I knew absolutely nothing about the Mad Max films. I had heard the name of course, but apart from that I hadn’t seen a centimetre of film. I had no idea what to expect.

What I found myself watching a couple of hours ago, then, was utterly bizarre, yet intriguing. Guys drove motorbikes like cowboys riding horses across some kind of dystopian Australian landscape; people fought twenty minute long battles involving giant lorries and pick-up trucks; characters were shown driving powerful vehicles almost constantly, without a petrol station in sight. Frankly, I didn’t have a clue what was going on, yet I found it strangely fascinating.

I left the cinema wondering what on Earth it was all about, but in a good way. I had just come into contact with some kind of strange, dystopian reality for the very first time, and I wanted to know more. How had that world come about? How could you explain such weird characters and creatures? Above all, what were the filmmakers trying to say? I now find myself itching to know more, as well as to watch the other Mad Max films. But then, isn’t that what all good art is supposed to do?