The backlash against Hollywood’s latest cauldron of coprolites (Mad Max: Fury Road) seems to have taken the mainstream media by surprise. Expecting the gullible (but reliable) male public to dine from Hollywood’s usual trough of trash, they were rocked back on their psychic heels by manosphere calls for a boycott of the movie.
(Personally, I’ll admit to a grudge against the movie from the beginning. No one, in my view, has any right to be behind the wheel of the “last of the V-8 Interceptors” except Mel Gibson. And I’ll bet you he could still have pulled it off in 2015. Where are ye, Mel? We still love ye.)