James Lafond recommends Mad Max: Fury Road as the ideal date movie for real men and their prospective sexual property, despite its weak ending:
The movie ends on a postmodern sentimental note that would have Ernst Jünger barfing in his popcorn bag. But this bullshit ending is only made possible by the truer story imbedded in the supporting cast.
He also pokes some fun at the manosphere.
(Hat tip to our Slovenian guest.)
Eh, I thought the ending was alright.