Twisters (Lee Isaac Chung, 2024)

Not much to say about this one except to note that it's predictably and ominously okay, corporate, quirk-free, and threatening to derail the career of the promising Chung who helmed Minari, the best film to be nominated for the Best Picture Oscar in 2020. Three brief observations:

1. The film is in a long Hollywood tradition of crapping on traditional avenues of expertise, perfect for the internet era when scores of malcontents are "just doing their own research." Daisy Edgar-Jones' character represents the status quo of education while Glen Powell's crew are Salt of the Earth nomads who are supposedly free of institutional constraints and a profit motive (how do they eat, though?). They look so crunchy that they could slip imperceptibly into Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga. 

2. I was in chronic pain and on a variety of drugs while watching and I honestly thought there was at least another half an hour (or more!) at the end of the film. I assumed Jones' would go talk to The Weather Council or whatever in New York, they would dismiss her findings, and then she'd rejoin the Powell crew for more tornado thrills. I'd wager that that's a mark in the film's favor (or I was on some primo pain killers). 

3. Don't let Powell blind you to David Corenswet's hotness.

Grade: C+ (downgraded a notch so I'm not tempted to revisit)