The set pieces often impress but any hints of romance, drama and humour are too often lost in the eye of the storm.

By Kevin Harley

Published: Tuesday, 16 July 2024 at 15:40 PM


3.0 out of 5 star rating

Towards the end of this follow-up to director Jan de Bont’s 1996 hit, a writer reporting on storm-chasers wonders what kind of story he should be telling. The question is a pointed one, because Twisters never quite resolves what angle it wants to take. Elemental romance or meteorological thriller? Disaster movie or lament for real-world losses? Sequel or reboot? Though the pluralised title seems to augur maximalist thrills – Aliens being the obvious precedent – director Lee Isaac Chung’s serviceable summer spectacle frustrates because it never fully amplifies its lines of attack.

As films from Cliffhanger to Twister itself tend to, it begins with trauma. Student Kate Cooper (Daisy Edgar-Jones) leads a ragtag team on an experiment in Oklahoma to battle a tornado, firing nappy material up into the funnel to absorb moisture and thus disperse the cloud. But the mission goes wrong, and three of her friends die in the diaper-based dust-up.

Five years on, fellow survivor Javi (Anthony Ramos) approaches Kate in her calmer New York job. Having developed a means to measure twisters’ behaviour, he needs her to help determine their paths. When Kate returns to Oklahoma with Javi, they clash with a rootin’-tootin’ posse of reckless tornado-chasers, fronted by YouTube stud Tyler Owens (Glen Powell).

Might Kate and Tyler bond as he reveals hidden qualities? They might, indeed, though this low-sparks connection typifies the underfed writing in Mark L Smith’s script. It’s equally typical that, after five years away from “chasing”, Kate takes all of five minutes to forget her losses and join Javi’s operation. Lacking sparkle and character tension, the on-screen drama feels oddly muted.