"Twisters" (PG-13) At the Cinemark Grade: B+ I learned to respect a tornado sky while Sue and I lived in Columbia, Missouri, during the late '60s. I remember Sue and I riding a motorcycle to our apartment a few miles outside of town when the dark clouds rolled in and the wild winds started picking up. We got home wet, but safe.
Then the train sounds roared and the winds hit. We sat in our bathroom, the only room with no windows – and waited out the storm. Then, suddenly, the noise lifted and the quiet returned.
Mama Nature was just teasing ...
this time. I’m here to testify that tornadoes are scary. They are also amazingly fickle, leveling homes, while leaving the other side of streets alone.
Montana’s comparable disaster may be forest fires – another act of nature that can leave us feeling helpless. Having a fire tower as a city landmark does not comfort me – nor do our “tourist” stories about the Mann Gulch tragedy in Gates of the Mountain in 1949. Universal Studios is cheerfully marketing fear with “Twisters.
” We roller coaster enthusiasts cued up, and threw our hands in the air, leading to an $80 million opening weekend. If Mother Nature ain’t happy, nobody’s happy. Except Universal.
This sequel to the 1996 original, “Twister,” follows the formula: Let’s be idiots and run into the tornado, instead of looking for cover. The goal of the game: “Tame the tornado.” Tyler is a former rodeo star who wears a cowboy belt buckle and talks like a coun.