Twisters — 3/5
Man, first 15m is banger. People who get along, getting sucked up into a twister. And THEN, the next hour or so is a banger. People who don't get along, trying to get their ass sucked into a ternader. Daisy Edgar-Jones vacillates easily from happy girl to sad girl to sassy girl, and they all seem to form a 3-dimensional view of the character—and she's got genuine chemistry with Glen Powell. Glen Powell—I get him! His whole meta-narrative is tied up in "this guy wants to be a movie star" and the characters he plays best fit within that meta-narrative, if you were to define "movie star" as "fully-formed persona." Clark Gable is who he is. Cary Grant is who he is. Glen Powell is who he is. Less concerned with growth, and more about grown into who they want to be, and are comfortable with the cracks that show. The sexlessness of Tom Cruise tied up in the Yankee-acceptable redneck cowboy persona of Burt Reynolds (though less likely to verbally or physically abuse his partners). More in the realm of pop-country. He works best in this, and Everybody Wants Some! and Top Gun: Maverick for all those reasons, and worse off in movies like Hit Man, which is him trying to be a fucking actor. Complexity doesn't suit him. And, unfortunately for him, that pop-country persona starts to seep in to the movie. As soon as he shows up at Daisy's hotel door, the movie turns sour, trying to form a Jacob-Edward-Bella three-way race for affection, trying to create sexual tension out of thin air, making enemies out of the wrong people. It gets all turned around and can't straighten itself out again. Sucks, cuz it's a banger of an action movie up until then.
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