Will Seamon

This is going to be a long one…Let me begin by stating that I left the theatre almost in tears after I witnessed what I knew would be true. So this is my rant, venting if you will the emotion or lack thereof that I felt. I went into this movie trying to have an open mind hoping and praying that it would live up to its name. Instead, it turned out to be a steaming pile of excrement left on the side of the road in the summer heat. If you watched this film and thought it had ANYTHING that made it good, I truly feel sad for you. This movie should not even be associated yet mentioned with the 1996 masterpiece that became one of the pillars of my childhood and life. TWISTER left such an impression on me as a child that it holds a sacred place in my life of both nostalgia and wonder still today. It was the sole reason all my childhood I wanted to be a meteorologist. I was obsessed with storms and weather. Since then, I have collected storm and disaster documentaries and watched countless hours of storm chasing video envying those who were lucky enough to be present to witness nature’s fury in tornado alley. Hollywood should be ashamed of themselves for this production. They should have to apologize to meteorologists, scientists, engineers, and the residents of Oklahoma and tornado alley who actually endure these storms. The plot of this movie was so fictitious and unrealistic it was a joke. A bad joke that holds NO legitimacy in the real world. A few barrels of absorbent to stop a tornado, really? It was like they failed to acknowledge that storm chasers gather real information and save actual lives during weather events and instead in this film were degraded to rednecks that jump ditches and yell yee-yee and slap the hoods of their trucks. This almost copied the vibe from the 2014 film Into the Storm which was also pure hot garbage. Meanwhile the storms and science were just a backdrop to the itchy spontaneous lust triangle between uncomfortable characters with bad acting. Glen Powell could not act his way out of a wet paper bag while Daisy Edgar-Jones tried to play a shallow and uncomfortable hard to get even though she was the one who had to be convinced to be there in the first place. The pinnacle failure point of this movie in my opinion is that the entire point of a disaster movie is supposed to be man vs. nature embodying the wonder and awesome power of tornadoes in this case. Instead, this film was a shallow love triangle that was more focused on the two competing beta males giving chase for the blonde damsel in distress. In summary in my opinion this entire movie should have been set aside and been called something different. It disgraced the original film and its seriousness. Bill Paxton would roll over in his grave if he saw this disappointing rendition, recreation, sequel or whatever it was supposed to be. You could have called this movie Into the Storm 2.0. When was the last time you saw a film that was legendary, iconic, or even memorable? It all seems like the same regurgitated garbage. The original TWISTER will live on forever as one the greatest disaster films ever made.