But in the lead up to its sequel Twisters, which opens at the Triplex this week, I’ve been wondering; is it still fun to watch a natural disaster movie?
In a world where climate change is fueling extreme weather at a rapid pace, the events of these movies are no longer escapist, what-if scenarios: 22 tornadoes have killed 40 people in America this year alone. Hurricanes and “super” storms are increasingly prevalent. Being sucked up into the sky or washed into the sea feels that much more plausible than it did 30 years ago.
The fun has shifted into the macabre — Twisters is as big, thrilling, and fun as its predecessor, but there’s a darker pall to the destruction. As these spectacle-filled blockbusters align with our day-to-day lives, it feels like we’re whistling past the graveyard every time the lights go down in the theater.