And apparently Charlize Theron is telling reporters Fury Road almost ended her career.

Jesus....I guess we have an idea why she may not of have gotten on well with other cast members.....These recent, happy changes in Charlize’s life have occurred against the backdrop of a post-apocalyptic nightmare. In 2009, she signed up for Mad Max: Fury Road, the writer-director George Miller’s long-delayed return to the dystopia he first visited in the original — and still thrilling — 1979 Aussie punk-western, which made a star of Mel Gibson.
Charlize spent a full eight months training for the physical challenge that would be required to play her character, the less than cuddly Imperator Furiosa. She worked hard to build muscle, to gain weight, to get into what she calls “warrior shape”. She joined the rest of the cast and crew in Australia in 2010 for the beginning of filming, but the desert locations that had been chosen were suddenly — disastrously, for the production — transformed by heavy rain into lush green meadows. A further year was spent waiting for the right weather conditions. Because she was under contract, for a period Charlize was unable to accept other offers of work, so she was forced to turn down the lead role in Prometheus, which went to Noomi Rapace, and she initially had to say no to Jason Reitman when he brought her Young Adult. Ultimately, Fury Road was made in Namibia, southern Africa, in 2012. Charlize wants to believe that the enforced delays were beneficial to the film. It is better now than it would have been, she thinks.
Her performance, too, was helped by having so long to prepare. She shaved her head for it, which might not sound such a huge thing but she feels it was a key moment, allowing her to fully inhabit her character — who at points in the film has to pass for a man — and signalling, to herself as much as anyone, her commitment to the project.
She took Jackson with her to Africa, when he was just three months old. Gerda came, too, uprooting herself for a year to live with her daughter and grandson in remote Namibia. It was wonderful to be able to spend that time with Jackson, she says, but the making of Fury Road was not an unalloyed pleasure. It was, she tells me, the hardest thing she’s done in her career.
“When I originally said yes to the movie, I had just split up from my relationship [with Townsend],” she says. “So, there was a part of me that thought, ‘This is what you need to do, you need to go and sit in a desert. I’m going to go to Australia and have a walkabout. I’m going to find myself. I was excited about it.”
Three years later, all that was a distant memory.
“I had become a mum and I was nesting and I was happy and I was like, ‘Fuck!’”
She’s always prided herself on not being the kind of actor who brings her work home with her. She leaves her characters, their flaws and neuroses and pain, on the set. That was more difficult to do in Namibia. “You couldn’t go home,” she says. “You couldn’t really call anybody because you’re 12 hours ahead, or whatever the fuck it is. And you’re experiencing things that nobody can really relate to. They can’t even imagine where you’re at. I don’t like that. I didn’t enjoy that. I felt isolated. I can do anything for a couple of months but that was a lot.” She thinks for
a moment. “It was hard to remain happy on that movie.”
Charlize returned to LA from Namibia both physically and emotionally exhausted, with a temperature of 39oC (104oF). “I was sick,” she says, “just drained.”
After that ordeal, I tell her, I hope the film, when it is finally released next year, turns out to be good.
“You do? Fuck you! What about me?”