I can't believe I sat through this piece of crap. The reviewer, django, criticized Tina Turner's acting and the presence of the most irritating children in cinema. Both counts are 100% correct. I loved Mad Max and the Road Warrior and consider them two of the greatest films ever, but this! This was a travesty. Gone is the majestic score of the first two films, replaced with an annoying 80's pop soundtrack. Gone is the ruthless Mad Max, here replaced by a weary babysitter. The Thunderdome? It's a small cage no more impressive than something that holds monkeys at a zoo. Master Blaster? A midget on piggyback. This installment offers mediocre action and the most godawful conclusion to an otherwise masterful trilogy since Godfather III. I don't care how much a fan of Max you are (like I said I adore the other two), skip this. Run for the hills.