Len's intuition is correct; Joe's image as the Immortan has been carefully crafted to invoke both awe and fear, depending on who stands in his presence. The plastic armour with its moulded chest muscles even helps hide the fact that Joe's once military-honed physique is starting to run to fat as he enters middle age.
To his War Boys, Immortan Joe is the living embodiment of a god, and their redeemer. To his enemies, a visage of death and terror coming on four wheels and belching smoke and fire.
And neither image is particularly helpful in this situation. Joe cannot demand respect, but neither is fear useful, so for the time being, both will have to be discarded.
"It tells us to go north." He observes after listening to the fragmented image for a bit. "Perhaps further up the road your device will be able to make more sense of it."
Does Joe trust the message? No, not in the slightest. He's all too familiar with using the promise of paradise as a carrot. But it's the only lead they have, and the only other choice is to set out into the wilds and hope for the best, and Joe hasn't survived this long by betting on uncertainties.
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To his War Boys, Immortan Joe is the living embodiment of a god, and their redeemer. To his enemies, a visage of death and terror coming on four wheels and belching smoke and fire.
And neither image is particularly helpful in this situation. Joe cannot demand respect, but neither is fear useful, so for the time being, both will have to be discarded.
"It tells us to go north." He observes after listening to the fragmented image for a bit. "Perhaps further up the road your device will be able to make more sense of it."
Does Joe trust the message? No, not in the slightest. He's all too familiar with using the promise of paradise as a carrot. But it's the only lead they have, and the only other choice is to set out into the wilds and hope for the best, and Joe hasn't survived this long by betting on uncertainties.