At the end of the day when the mobile devices and other toys go back into their boxes (remember, AT THE END OF THE GAME THE PAWN AND THE KING GO BACK TOGETHER) what sets brilliant apart from prosaic is simply whether or not it haunts you and makes you yearn to see it again. And that is the case here. When I originally saw this on MTV I was simply fascinated. When it was over, I sorta felt bad. Years later, I was swapping the top DVDs from my collection to get a copy, and I watched it start to finish. It is more than animation, it is poetry. The voice-over burns into your frontal lobes. The characters are both more heroic and more sinister than anything Ian Fleming ever thought of. The Outback is as much a metaphor as the Maxtrix. This is bloody great.
Review of The Maxx
