In my many years in and around Oklahoma, amidst the clownish people, the histrionic politics, and, of course, my own self-made health woes, there's one thing that scares me most:
Twisters. Fucking twisters.
Especially over the last few months, it feels like I – and the rest of the state – have been constantly surrounded by them. Gale-force winds pound the farming communities where I’ve lived, the power goes out incessantly, and mindless debris swirls around us. These storms envelop small towns like Noble, Shawnee, and all those other tiny places national folks have never heard of and probably never will.
I don’t fear movie monsters because real life will always be truly terrifying!
That being said, the 30-year "sequel" to Jan De Bont’s 1996 disaster-piece Twister—now appropriately called Twisters with an “s”—offers a similar rote storyline torn from the pages of meteorological fan-fiction. But, oh boy, those are some impressive twisters on my movie screen!