As harsh and unsparing as the sun-scorched no man’s land of its setting, The Rover arrives as one of the most hypnotic post-apocalyptic road movies since the first Mad Max. That’s high praise, to be sure, but it’s easy to understand why it’s justifiable when one considers the involvement of writer-director David Michôd, whose Animal Kingdom was 2010’s single most breathtaking debut.

Here, Michôd proves again why he’s one of the most exciting filmmakers on the scene, suffusing each frame…

"it's not a privilege, it is a cage, and these laws are the fucking BARS, motherfucker"

reader, i regret to inform you this is one weird-ass biopic. i present the strangest moments, ranked:

1. in his first scene, justin theroux dances around the aclu, slapping his knees as he at length performs a (self-written?) song entitled, i fuck you not, "i'm a nut"

2. felicity's brooklyn accent is just her normal british accent but while pretending her jaw's been wired…