Twenty-five years ago, Twister, the movie that put rural Oklahoma back on the Hollywood map—it was a long time since The Grapes of Wrath—opened up in theaters.
I saw it on opening night with my brother and a few of his friends at Penn Square Mall and, though I was immediately underwhelmed, everyone around me seemed to like it, including every single local weatherman on television at the time that was offered a slight cameo. Yes, that’s Gary England!
(To be fair, I did kind of like that Van Halen tune from the soundtrack, which was played ad nauseum that summer on the Rock 100.5 The KATT and other examples of local rock radio).