By Alex McPherson

With chaotically fun set pieces and an enjoyable performance from Glen Powell, director Lee Isaac Chung’s “Twisters” seemingly checks off all the boxes for a summer blockbuster treat, but it doesn’t surpass the 1996 original.

Set in the same universe of Jan de Bont’s “Twister,” but featuring a different set of characters filling in similar archetypes as before, Chung’s film begins with a flashback showing a bright-eyed group of Oklahoma college students — led by Kate Cooper (Daisy Edgar-Jones) — storm-chasing with the ultimate goal of “taming” a tornado.

In a surprisingly dark turn of events, Kate and her squad misjudge the type of tornado they’re dealing with (it’s an F5, not an F1), and tragedy ensues. The twister claims the lives of three of the group, including Kate’s boyfriend, Jeb (Daryl McCormick), with only Kate and tech wiz Javi (Anthony Ramos) managing to survive the ordeal. Both Kate and Javi are mentally scarred, and Kate, wracked with guilt, vows to leave her storm-chasing behind.

Five years later, Kate works as a meteorologist in Manhattan, going about her days deflated and depressed. That is, until Javi shows up, urging her to join his team of scientists researching tornadoes in Oklahoma. Javi works for Storm Par, a mobile radar company that may or may not have shady motives beneath their “for the greater good” appearance.

He offers Kate a short-term position on the team. She reluctantly accepts, recognizing that extreme weather events are becoming increasingly common — but neither Kate nor any other character mentions climate change outright. Thus, she’s back in the field, tagging along with some straight-laced scientists (one played by future “Superman” actor David Corenswet) hunting down the weather phenomena that’s both her passion and trauma manifested. 

Also on-the-scene is professional “Tornado Wrangler” and YouTuber Tyler (Powell), a rambunctious chap running into danger for “views,” with country music blasting nonstop. He’s joined by a band of tech-savvy nerds played by Sasha Lane, Katy O’Brien, and Tunde Adebimpe, among others, including Harry Hadden-Paton as a clumsy British journalist whose main purpose is comedic relief and not much else.

As both parties compete to reach the tornadoes first, Kate and Tyler develop an inevitable will-they-won’t-they romance. Both must confront their pasts, doubts, and motivations as they seek to make a difference in the world, and in each other’s lives, as they spout quippy dialogue and survive catastrophic incidents thanks to their plot armor.

Indeed, “Twisters,” like “Twister” before it, isn’t trying to be high art. But Chung, who directed 2020’s masterful “Minari,” still tries to inject pathos and stakes into the proceedings, tackling themes of trauma, rebirth, and corporate corruption amid the cheesiness and CGI-laden sequences of carnage. 

It’s a tonal mishmash that doesn’t quite work in Chung’s favor. “Twisters” lacks the commitment to make any meaningful statements on the topics it brings up — which, notably and puzzlingly, does not include climate change — and awkwardly sandwiches sincere attempts at poignancy between the more cartoonish and “thrilling” moments we expect. 

This is made all the more frustrating by the fact that Chung and screenwriter Mark L. Smith prove that they’re willing to address serious, albeit formulaic, ideas about managing trauma and capitalism’s nasty influence on morals. It turns out that the most important and obvious topic of all for this story — climate change — is too controversial for them. 

To make matters worse, “Twisters” ultimately embraces the idea of “conquering” nature more than understanding it, further reducing its premise to popcorn fluff that, by actively resisting taking a stand on much of anything beyond convention, is frustratingly, distractingly out-of-touch with our current moment.

That’s not to say all is lost, though. There’s still individual moments in “Twisters” that pop, and Powell’s star power is more than enough to make the film entertaining on its own lesser merits. 

Powell gives the film much-needed bursts of energy whenever he’s on screen, portraying a raucous individual who disguises his intelligence behind a rowdy, boyish veneer. With his well-sculpted physique and easy charisma, Powell steals the spotlight from Edgar-Jones who, to the film’s credit, portrays a strong, determined character in her own right, albeit one who seems to be in a completely different film from Tyler at certain points.

Kate is far less engaging to watch than Tyler, being saddled with a tragic backstory and comparatively bland personality. Edgar-Jones’ performance lacks impact as a result. The rest of the ensemble is uneven, with Ramos not quite being able to deliver Javi’s heavy-handed dialogue convincingly, and others are barely given enough time to register as fully-formed characters.

“Twisters” fares better in terms of pure production value, however. Cinematographer Dan Mindel artfully frames the Oklahoma prairies, even though there’s less dynamism to the camerawork here than de Bont’s previous effort.

Chung stages sequences of destruction effectively, especially in the opening minutes. He seems to take some glee in showing cars, buildings, and (usually unnamed) people being sucked up into their orbits. It’s loud, scary, and thrilling, for a while, but becomes repetitive as the film goes along.

When the storm has passed, “Twisters” is a decent-to-good experience, held back by its inconsistent tone. But what’s here suffices if we can turn off our brains and let deeper thought be swept away in the wind of mainstream entertainment.

“Twisters” is a 2024 action-adventure directed by Lee Isaac Chung and starring Glen Powell, Daisy Edgar-Jones, Anthony Ramos, Maura Tierney, David Corenswet, Brandon Perea, Sasha Lane, Tunde Adebimpe, Katy O’Brian and Harry Hadon-Patton. It is rated PG-13 for intense action and peril, some language and injury images, and run time is 2 hours and 2 minutes. It opened in theatres July 19. Alex’s Grade: B-.

By Lynn Venhaus

While it has all the makings of an old-fashioned feel-good sports drama, perhaps we’ve seen too many rousing underdog team stories so that “The Boys in the Boat” pales in comparison to other revered crowd-pleasers (“Rudy,” “Hoosiers,” “Remember the Titans”).

This latest example of scrappy athletes overcoming obstacles is based on a bestselling nonfiction book by Daniel James Brown, “The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics,” which was published in 2013.

At the height of the Great Depression, an underdog team of rowers at the University of Washington struggle and sacrifice, eventually competing in the ”world is watching’ Hitler Summer Olympics.

Their true story is remarkable – eight guys from lower-middle-class families overcome obstacles, endure the uncertainty of the Great Depression, and find glory at the Nazi Olympics, triumphing while Hitler’s Third-Reich propaganda was in full force.

But the script by Mark L. Smith, adapting Brown’s book, hits the predictable beats in such an uninspired way that it feels generic. Smith must be a streaky writer, for he crafted the wilderness epic “The Revenant” but also the confusing and clumsy storytelling in “The Midnight Sky” and the forgettable “The Marsh King’s Daughter” earlier this fall.

This is the second time Smith has worked with Clooney as a director, first with the aforementioned “The Midnight Sky” in 2020.

This is Clooney’s ninth film in the director’s chair, and while I’m sure the movie has enough components to move some people, it seems too familiar and flat. There is little that is special about it.

His last, in 2021, “The Tender Bar,” was a heartfelt coming-of-age story also based on a book. He showed such great promise with “Good Night, and Good Luck” in 2005 and “The Ides of March” in 2011, that you’d think a story tailor-made for Hollywood treatment would be a perfect fit.

He does work well with young actors, but the script lets them down because their characters are largely underdeveloped. The eight-man rowing shell doesn’t have any star power either, and I’m sure that was intentional, to make them a team in every sense of the word.

Callum Turner, as poor boy Joe Rantz, has the most compelling story arc, although predictable. He’s on his own, sleeping in a car, and can’t pay his tuition, so when he finds out rowers are given places to stay and a job, he’s in.

Rantz becomes the de facto leader of the motley crew, and you just know they will beat the odds (besides, you already know the outcome of what happened 87 years ago). The handsome Turner (Theseus Scamander in the “Fantastic Beasts” movie franchise) is likable as Joe, but a subplot with girlfriend Joyce (Hadley Robinson) seems perfunctory.

Joel Edgerton is their coach Al Ulbrickson, a no-nonsense guy who believes in his team but has a gruff manner. He wants them to achieve “swing,” when teammates are in perfect union so that the symmetry feels like poetry.

By the time they are on their improbable trajectory, the film builds up some energy and it’s stirring when they beat Ivy Leaguers for the Olympic spot, and of course, the whole USA vs. Hitler match-up in Germany goes for the obvious.

While often clunky in storytelling, the conventional sports saga has a beautiful look – the sun on the rippling water, young muscular lads exerting themselves in competition, and the imposing Olympic-size landscape. Cinematographer Martin Ruhe, who has worked with Clooney several times (including those Nespresso commercials), captures the action well. And Alexander Desplat’s score swells with emotion at the right times.

A documentary “The Boys of ’36,” is currently streaming on PBS, and was first broadcast on “American Experience” in 2016. It may flesh out some of the story that the fictional account fails to deliver.

A beat-all-the-odds real-life story deserved a better movie than filmmakers put together. They needed more than a rah-rah message of “we’re all in the same boat.” (OK, groan).

“The Boys in the Boat” is a 2023 Biography, Drama, Sports film directed by George Clooney and starring Joel Edgerton, Callum Turner, and Hadley Robinson. It is rated: PG-13 for language and smoking and runtime is 2 hours, 4 minutes. Opens in theaters Dec. 25, and will eventually stream on Amazon Prime. Lynn’s Grade: C

By Lynn Venhaus
Regret and redemption are threads running through this bleak post-apocalyptic tale that wants to have both a human touch and a big picture narrative with its duel storylines.

The year is 2049. On Earth, some mysterious catastrophe has wreaked havoc. Instead of bailing like his fellow scientists, Augustine (George Clooney) stays at the research station in the Arctic Circle. Dying of cancer, he assumes he is alone. But finds that a young girl was left behind.

When he realizes the U.S. spaceship Aether, whose work on Jupiter is over, is heading home, he tries to message them not to return or they will be in danger. It is a race against the clock.

The trouble with “The Midnight Sky” is that both journeys – in space and on land – have gaping plot holes. I tend to overthink when I’m watching science fiction, but this is hard to connect the dots at times because information – and backstory – is dispensed so stingily or not at all.

For instance, the ship’s captain, Adewole (David Oyelowo) and assistant Sully (Felicity Jones) are having a baby together but they don’t show any evidence of themselves as a couple.

In flashback, George Clooney’s character Augustine is played by Ethan Peck, the grandson of legendary actor Gregory Peck. A clip of the elder Peck’s 1959 post-nuclear bomb film, “On the Beach,” is watched by pilot Mitchell (Kyle Chandler).

Based on Lily Brooks-Dalton’s novel, “Good Morning, Midnight,” this was meant to be a cautionary tale on climate change, but then a global pandemic hit, so the theme of regret at a time of great peril – and reflecting over life’s choices – struck a timely chord.

Screenwriter Mark L. Smith, who co-wrote “The Revenant,” adapted the 2016 book, and some characters have been altered. You do get a “Gravity Meets the Revenant” vibe, but it is also reminiscent of elements in “Ad Astra,” “Interstellar” and “The Martian.”

Clooney, a magnetic actor, hasn’t been in a film since 2016 “Money Monster,” and when you first see him on screen, as this dying, haggard 70-year-old loner, you may gasp. He goes all in as a guy driven by science that had little time for a personal life. He brings an emotional depth to the taciturn character.

His poignant scenes with newcomer Caoilinn Springall as the young girl left behind have an unexpected tenderness. 

As a director, Clooney’s efforts have been hit and miss, but he’s a sharp observer and takes on dramas that have something to say (“Good Night, Good Luck”). This film, with its grand space vistas and its harsh Arctic conditions, is more technically challenging, and Clooney is overwhelmed by its scope.

The visual effects are outstanding and cinematographer Martin Ruhe has done fine work here under grueling conditions. Alexander DeSplat’s score excels in both heavenly and earthly depictions.

However, Clooney is at his best with other good actors, and this is an ace ensemble.

For all its noble intentions, after a long slog, the film leaves us wanting more. Nevertheless, we are left with a glimmer of hope, and I’ll take it.

“The Midnight Sky” is a science fiction-fantasy drama directed by George Clooney. Starring Clooney, Felicity Jones, David Oyelowo, Kyle Chandler, Damian Bechir, Tiffany Boone and Caoilinn Springall, the film runs 1 hour, 58 minutes and is rated PG-13 for some bloody images and brief strong language. Lynn’s Grade: C+. It is available on Netflix beginning Dec. 23.