This is going to lose so much money.
I rather loved it or at least enjoyed it in its own flawed, peculiar way. If it were presented without end credits, I would honestly assume it is a film by the Wachowski sisters rather than Peter Jackson (by way of his long-time storyboard artist and F/X technician Christian Rivers). From its diverse casting to its costumes and sets, it feels very infused with the spirit of the Wachowskis at their most madcap and divisive (see: the Zion scenes in the Matrix sequels, the post-apocalyptic story in Cloud Atlas).
I enormously enjoyed reveling in the world building here, and the images of the oversized, rusting moving cities tearing across the scorched landscape are gorgeously executed and highly cinematic. The acting is decent, too; Icelandic actress Hera Hilmar nicely blends grit and vulnerability as the heroine, and almost no actor on earth furrows his brow with more sinister authority than Hugo Weaving.
The storytelling definitely feels cramped despite a healthy run time of around 2 hours and ten minutes; the arc, for example, of Stephen Lang's robot-zombie hybrid is compelling, but it is an awful lot to explain, shade, and bring to an earned emotional conclusion within the limited space of a subplot in an already very busy film.