Franchise duties drag Twisters’ competent thrills down to earth
Legacy sequel Twisters is a good time when it's not trying to be the original
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When it’s not trading cows for chickens, Twisters is a pretty good time. Directed by Lee Isaac Chung, presumably because his Oscar-nominated Minari also featured Southern property damage, this 30-years-late sequel is best enjoyed by ignoring the original. We know. Lore is currency in this age of continuity, but Twister’s legacy weighs this sequel down. Chung overthinks Twisters, delivering breathless action and a charismatic cast in an unsatisfying way as he tries to spin a legacy sequel out of thin air.
With a script by Mark L. Smith, based on a story by Top Gun: Maverick director Joseph Kosinski, Twisters has sights on the summer’s Top Gun spot. But while the 35mm grain and characters with personality are appreciated, Twisters gets swept up in Twister memes. Like all legacy sequels left in J.J. Abrams’ wake, Twisters remixes the plot beats of the original, swapping one detail for another and, hopefully, passing it off as something entirely new. It’s not, and its attempts at subversion are more dishonest than surprising.
Five years after a weather experiment ended in tragedy, Kate Cooper (Daisy Edgar Jones) trades her jeans for slack and leaves the country for the city. Now working for New York’s weather service, Kate no longer has the stomach for storm chasing, even though no one sees tornados like her. Kate possesses a borderline supernatural “Twister Sense” (or what the MCU would call a “Twister Tingle”), allowing her to track a tornado’s path instinctually. She believes that releasing dehydrating powder into a tornado could cause them to dissipate, essentially curing the world of these deadly cyclones. Tracked down and recruited by her college buddy Javi (Anthony Ramos), she joins his shady startup, which uses military-grade technology to create scans of tornados that allow for earlier warnings. Kate returns to Tornado Alley, Oklahoma, experiencing a drastic increase in activity and destruction. Next to Twister’s “Dorothy,” which gets an unnecessary and distracting cameo, and its tactile aluminum baubles, Kate’s barrels of digital dust are a step down. And we never even get a clear look at whatever Javi’s device is. Both are okay ideas in search of better props.
Storm chasing has evolved since Kate left the game. No longer a purely scientific pursuit between weather-loving scientists and well-funded Weather Channels, “tornado wrangling” has been taken over by the likes of Tyler Owens (Glen Powell). Something of a meteorological Mr. Beast, Tyler has a million YouTube followers devoted to watching him shoot fireworks up a tornado’s ass. Like the crew of Jan de Bont’s original, Tyler’s scrappy team of drone obsessives and pyromaniacs gives Twisters its energy. As Boone, Brandon Perea remakes his over-caffeinated character from Nope. With a screaming enthusiasm for unnecessary risks, Perea takes the Philip Seymour Hoffman position, juicing up the movie in its downtime. Though this new crew lacks the original’s improvised charm, the ensemble survives the storm modestly weather-beaten, their throats sore from screaming, “Woooo!”