#madmax

[jp-hunsecker]

By looking closely at The Fall Guy (2024) and Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (2024), it’s clear that despite all the hype about “real stunts,” the actual films are hollowed out by post-production algorithms, green-screen isolation, and digital smoothing. It’s time to trade the safety of the digital net for the honesty of the physical frame.

The Frictionless Frame: Digital Smoothing, Labor Erasure, and the Hypocrisy of “Practical Action” in The Fall Guy and Furiosa

In an era dominated by green-screen fatigue and the homogenous sheen of corporate franchise filmmaking, the contemporary action genre has un

[shailiiscreative]

Imagine Max Mayfield, waking up from her coma after a traumatic 18 months in Vecna's mind, only to come back and see that her Walkman had been smashed to pieces. Her Walkman, the one thing that kept her sane through a major depressive episode.

That would be my villain origin story

[ronancepilled]

the prettiest woman ever ⋆｡‧˚ʚ ୨ৎ ɞ˚‧｡⋆

[juke-box67]

"Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome" (Mad Max : Au-delà du dôme du tonnerre) est le troisième volet de la saga Mad Max, sorti en 1985, réalisé par George Miller et George Ogilvie. On y retrouve Mel Gibson dans le rôle de Max Rockatansky, le survivant taciturne errant dans un monde post-apocalyptique, face à Tina Turner, qui incarne l’inoubliable Aunty Entity, dirigeante charismatique de Bartertown.

Le film marque un tournant dans la série : plus spectaculaire et plus grand public que les deux premiers, avec une esthétique punk désertique devenue culte.

La bande originale instrumentale du film est composée par Maurice Jarre (également en 1985), mais le morceau le plus célèbre associé au film est la chanson “We Don’t Need Another Hero (Thunderdome)”, interprétée par Tina Turner et sortie la même année en single 45 tours pour promouvoir le film et sa BO. Ce disque est l’édition single avec en face B la version instrumentale ; c’est un pressage courant européen (Capitol/EMI), recherché surtout par les collectionneurs de Tina Turner et de memorabilia Mad Max.

Tina Turner n’a pas seulement chanté le thème, elle a exigé que son personnage d’Aunty Entity soit plus qu’un simple “caméo musical”, ce qui lui a valu un rôle central ; sa présence a largement contribué à donner au film sa notoriété mainstream, et la chanson est devenue un hit mondial, souvent plus célèbre aujourd’hui que le film lui-même.

Sa valeur se situe généralement autour de 5 à 12 €, éventuellement 15 € si le vinyle lui-même est en très bel état (Near Mint).

[cheesywolf100x]

Max Mayfield is a fearless and independent teenager in Stranger Things, portrayed by Sadie Sink. She arrives in Hawkins from California with a tough attitude and a mysterious past, quickly earning the nickname “MadMax” for her incredible skills at arcade games and skateboarding. At first, Max keeps her distance, appearing sarcastic and guarded, but beneath that exterior she is deeply loyal and caring.

As she becomes part of the group, Max forms strong bonds—especially with Eleven and Lucas—and proves herself to be brave in the face of danger. Over time, her character grows more emotional and complex, dealing with grief, trauma, and guilt while still fighting to stay strong. Max stands out as one of the most resilient and relatable characters in the series, balancing vulnerability with strength in a world full of supernatural threats. -

[m-0pey]

Mad Max Fury Road resigned as Mad Max (1979) poster

[dontmentionitseriouslyy]

ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ! - ᴍ. ᴍ. ⚢✮🛹๋࣭ ⭑

Pairing: Max Mayfield x Female Reader

Summary: Max can't keep her eyes off you! Wonder why?

Tags: WLW, Fluff, drabble, female reader, no use of Y/N, cursing, Lucas and Max are friends not lovers, henderhop mention at the very end tehe, not proofread!, Lucas, El and Dustin are wingmen!!, no will or mike in this one because they're probably making out lol

Word count: 867🛹๋࣭ ⭑

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Max was never one to stare; especially in Hawkins, where most people were somehow less interesting than the dirt on her shoes. There were other things she should probably be doing on a hot summer day anyway—shopping, skating, screaming at an arcade machine—but for some reason, she just couldn't resist staring at you.

The way your hair caught the sun, glowing as it swayed in the breeze, the way you smiled at yourself, licking away at your ice cream cone, the way your frame was draped across the bench like you were perfectly content with the world.

"Dude, your mouth is literally hanging open," Dustin snickered from beside her, snapping her out of her ogling session.

She promptly closed it and shot a withering glare at him, earning a shrug and the smuggest expression she'd seen in years.

"Just saying," he added, throwing his hands up in defense. She scoffed, but didn't deny it. Instead, strangely, she just turned back to you, squinting at how brightly your sunglasses reflected the light.

"And we lost her again," Lucas sighed from her other side, watching Max's own ice cream melt sadly in her hand, forgotten.

Usually, she would've told him to shove it, or at the very least make some snarky remark to shut him up, but today, here, there was something about you that demanded her full and undivided attention, and she was still trying to figure out what the hell it was.

Her brow furrowed, a little damp with the constant, low-lying sweat July always incurred. How could someone exist so beautifully? It was like watching a masterpiece in motion; you were effortlessly graceful in that way only fairytale princesses can be. Maybe she was hanging around those D&D playing nerds too much.

You shifted, adjusting your sunglasses so that they sat atop your head, and she swore she almost gasped when she saw the color of your eyes in the sun. Slowly, you looked around, people-watching, and then—to both her horror and her delight—your gaze landed on her.

Max's heart stuttered in her chest, and she instantly raised her eyebrows so that you wouldn't think she'd been mad dogging you. You smiled warmly at her, not in the polite way strangers usually smiled at other strangers across the street, but like you actually knew her, like she was worth every second of your time you decided to give her. Her stomach did a somersault, which was odd, because her stomach never usually did that. She told herself she was just embarrassed, but since when was Max Mayfield ever embarrassed?

Then, without proper warning (which was entirely unfair), you raised your hand and waved at her. Actually waved, as if she were an old friend. She panicked for three seconds, then remembered suddenly how social norms worked and awkwardly jerked her own arm back and forth, lips pulling up in a nervous smile.

"Oh my god, are you blushing?" Dustin remarked, a gleeful grin on his face as he looked over at her. She groaned, turning to him and scowling.

"Shut up, asshat." She hissed.

"Whatever, go talk to her." Lucas nudged her forward with his knuckles, earning an approving nod from El.

"I agree, Max. She is pretty, and you like her, right?" She said simply, munching on the last of her waffle cone.

"Yeah, okay," Max conceded, shoulders slumping in defeat.

Reluctantly, though with a thudding pulse that had nothing to do with the heat, she let her skateboard drop to the ground and pushed off, coasting across the road to the bench where you sat. You watched her with an impressed look, scooting over as she arrived.

"Hi there," you greeted cheerfully, making her heart flutter.

"Hi," she breathed. Wow, real smooth, Max. Groundbreaking stuff. "Um, I'm Max. M-Mayfield." Kill me now, for the love of all holy.

You supplied your own name, "Nice to meet you, Max."

"Yeah, y-you too." Jesus, what was with the stuttering? "Are you, uh, new here? I haven't seen you around." Okay, there we go, not bad, Max.

"Oh yeah, I just moved here last week," you nodded, adding, "but I have to admit, I have seen you around."

Max's eyes widened, her cheeks reddening with something that was very much not sunburn. "Wh—oh, me?" She gave a shy laugh that came out more like a strangled gasp. Curses.

"Yeah, I mean, it's kind of hard to miss you when you look so cool," you said easily, like you didn't know what you were doing to her (you didn't).

"I—well, thanks," she managed, fiddling with the hem of her shirt and very much not looking cool.

"D'you want to sit?" You asked, as if it had just occurred to you. She swallowed, staring at you like you had just proposed.

"Oh, sure," she nodded quickly, almost tripping over herself to take her seat beside you, trying to figure out what was an acceptable distance for strangers-who-were-maybe-almost-going-to-be-friends.

"Look at our girl," Lucas sighed, wiping an invisible tear from his eye.

Dustin patted his shoulder, "They really do grow up so fast."

Beside them, El tilted her head quizzically at her boyfriend. "Is Max not older than you?"

A/N: this was so fun lol! lmk if you guys want more, i'd also be happy to take reqs! love you all, see you in the next one!

-DMIS

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[halflitpages]

we don’t talk about how similar nancy and max are (ex: being labeled as difficult, considered rude and abrasive, actually terrifying to anyone that doesn’t know them well)