Twisters Review
Lee Isaac Chung’s Legacy sequel to the 1996 disaster movie classic Twister, aptly named Twisters, represents an exception to blockbuster filmmaking that prioritizes in-camera effects and awe inspiring spectacle achieved through the actors tangible interaction with their carefully orchestrated enviroments. The pop country approach is never let up or compromised and is an aesthetic many audiences find refreshing for good reason, it’s not every day your 155 million dollar movie takes a country boy swing at things. It’s all helped especially by Glenn Powell and the soundtrack especially selling the hell out of it. I felt it, how hard did I ride it though? Or whatever Mr. Powell said.
I’ll start with my time at theater watching the film. Now this wasn’t the normal AMC I frequented near my childhood home. This time my family, whom I saw the film with, wanted to go to our local Regal theater. I normally would never go there because I'm a proud member of the AMC A-list, which for 25 dollars a month gains you 3 free tickets in any format a week at any AMC location. I’d only go to this regal if I wanted to catch a film before going to the library that it stands next to, or the Chik-fil-a across the street. But I wasn’t the most opposed to seeing the film at this Regal, after all we were seeing it in IMAX which the film was shot in, and I figured the experience would be marginally the same as my go-to theater. I was mistaken.
We sit down, and after a particularly long line at the concession stand- I realize what I have in my hands. A sorry excuse for a hot dog. Before I start, none of this vitriol is directed towards the service workers at the cinema, rather it is towards the boardrooms that designed and put this out to we the consumers. Because before I even saw what the hot dog looked like, it was apparent that it wasn’t worth its 6 dollar price tag. Six dollars. As I write this I’m visiting my family in San Juan del sur, a Nicarguan coast. Six USD here is 216 in the local currency. I had a skirt steak dinner last night for 200 to put things into perspective. This sorry excuse for a concession was in a small, thin paper bag with a visible soakage of grease on the bottom half, but opening up said bag is akin to pandoras trial. As in I shouldn’t have done it in the first place. What I was presented with was a small stale hot dog loaf sandwhiching a greasy, bumpy, tiny weiner. Against my better judgement I took a bite and I question you the reader I something know the answer of firsthand all too intimately. Should a theater sausage be gamey?
Compare this to the AMC hot dog concession. True it’s a dollar more expensive- but at least your purchase isn’t a basterdization of the concept of a frankfurter sandwich. Instead you’ll have a succulent pork 6-incher between a soft puffy bun. Presented with worthy gravitas in a dedicated cardboard box. That’s the kind of guarantee AMC makes you.
The movie was alright.
Writer/artist: Tony Molina
