I’m in the Mission, enjoying a post-Furiosa Wesburger.

I don’t enjoy these films so much as admire their alienness. This one epitomizes that distinction: amazement and boredom in equal measure. At moments, I was enthralled; at moments, I realized I’d been staring at my shoelaces for uninterrupted minutes while vehicles exploded above me. There was a moment I almost cried; there were entire acts where I felt numb. I was never excited, but these films weren’t made to excite someone like me.