(Second viewing, On VHS, January 1999) I loved that movie when I saw it in theatres. It was fun, fast, exceedingly well-done and incredibly exciting. Those who complained about the lack of character development, plot or thematic relevance were, I felt, missing the point of the film. Twister existed solely to make us see things we hadn’t seen on the silver screen before, and it delivered the goods. I was concerned, however, that the video version wouldn’t pack the same audiovisual punch than the movie, and up to a certain point, it’s true: this is a movie to be enjoyed on the biggest, loudest home theatre system you can find. But no matter; even diluted down to my monaural 20” TV setup, Twister is still a fun ride. Well-directed and competently acted within the confines of the action movie genre, this movie doesn’t loses itself in philosophical meandering and endless digression: Everything is to the point and we’re carried along for the ride. Enjoy it again.
(Third Viewing, On Blu-Ray, July 2024) For years, Twister was my answer to “what if you won a contest and could organize a private theatrical showing for family and friends?” The unexpected release of a sequel had me second-guessing myself — would the film hold up after twenty five years of CGI? While the verdict is not unqualified, I’m happy to report that Twister generally holds up. Not so much for the special effects — some of them still quite good, others not so much: the opening credits sequence is rough but a lot of the practical effects are pretty good. What’s perhaps missing most from director Jan de Bont’s visuals is the kind of CGI-fueled large-scale shots that help ground everything in-between quick cuts and tight shots. But here’s the really surprising newsflash: Twister nowadays isn’t as remarkable for its visuals than for the absolute sheer fun of the characters. For a film that regularly gets dinged on the quality of its script, there’s a really convincing atmosphere of camaraderie between the storm-chasers at the middle of the narrative. Co-written by Michael Crichton, the script is not subtle but it knows what it’s doing. The characters may be stock figures, but they’re played by actors who understand the assignment (none more than Bill Paxton, Helen Hunt and pre-stardom Philip Seymour Hoffman in a small role — “We crave sustenance!”) and effortlessly create attachment to the characters. The story is simple, and that’s part of the beauty of the film’s maximalist execution. While I’m not so sure that Twister would still be my top choice for a private theatrical showing (more out of increased competition), it’s still a lot of fun to watch.