I loved it. My dad's comments about the lack of plot kept my expectations in check in that regard. Here's what I emailed my dad:
I just let the visuals wash over me. I had to pee for most of the movie, but refused to get up and miss any of it. Eric and I thought the guitar player was the best part. I was happy that it wasn't as gory as I thought it would be. The elaborate costumes and lovingly crafted crazy vehicles, the guys on those swinging stilt things, spraying your teeth silver when you expect to die because ... why? I don't know. It looked cool, though.
But also, and this is key, there were women in this movie! Not just as eye candy. Not as the excuse for a guy to go all alpha male and be her big bad protector. Loved the one-armed (I guess, one-handed) Charlize Theron. Loved the female biker gang at the end. Was skeptical of the Victoria's Secret models (how *did* that one woman manage to keep her strapless bikini top in perfect position the whole time?), but rather than just being baggage along for the ride, they actively did what they could to help with their own rescue. And at the end, the female lead looks like she's been through hell, while the male lead has a demure little cut on his eyebrow. TOTAL reversal of how male and female action protagonists are typically shown.
And I kind of love how the crazy War Boy who's just a kid slowly realizes that <spoiler redacted>
So, yeah. That was a super fun ride, and I didn't leave the theater grumbling about the female characters, or lack thereof.