• *puts on feminist media critique hat*: I'm glad that there was no kiss or forced romance between Furiosa and Max.
  • *puts on filthy shipping hat*: I want them to touch each other's scars with trembling fingers, run reverential hands over the other's body, and fuck tenderly underneath cyan post apocalyptic stars as they reach tentatively into one another's souls in the hope, the faintest thread of hope, that they might find redemption there.