I appreciate a movie that delivers on its title's promises, and Twisters does just that. What's the plot? Twisters, and plenty of them.
This is not a sequel to the 1996 disaster smash Twister; it's more of a spiritual reboot. They're both about country-fried storm chasers. Daisy Edgar-Jones is a brilliant scientist who can smell the weather. She's a snob (with a dark past.) Her rival is Glen Powell, a charismatic, secretly brilliant YouTube adrenaline junky. He's a slob (who is hot.) The tornados are CGI, but they look and sound apocalyptic.
The other star of Twisters is Oklahoma, an all-American paradise full of pick-ups, barns, and decent folk who despise uptight New Yorkers. Twisters was secretly developed in a Hollywood studio lab to attract middle-Americans sick of overt "wokeness." Fair enough. This movie's "wokeness' is subtle. Twisters is an upbeat and entertaining warning that catastrophic climate change is real.
It's impossible for me to read the title of this movie without thinking of the famous story about James Cameron pitching ALIENS.