Title: Super Cyclone
Director: Liz Adams
Writer: Liz Adams
Starring: Ming-Na Wen, Nicholas Turturro, Dylan Vox
Year released: 2012
Their synopsis: “When a super cyclone threatens the entire American eastern seaboard, a lone meteorologist and a petroleum engineer must battle the elements to stop the threat.”
My synopsis: Eastern seaboard? Did The Asylum not even bother to watch its own shitty movie? The whole thing takes place in California.
Quick review: Makes Twister look like a goddamn Best Picture winner.
Pros: I watched this on Netflix. Netflix is good.
Cons: Stop introducing everybody via on-screen text. It is unnecessary and stupid.
Biggest movie cliché: The inability to make a black guy look or sound like a normal human being.
Least favorite quote: “Warm water? Moist air? …It’s the devil’s playground.” Ugh.
Say a nice thing: I like all the nice, sunny weather. Doesn’t help your film’s premise whatsoever, but it makes me want to visit Los Angeles.
Say a mean thing: Parkinson’s patients have more fluidity than these “actors.”
Biggest suspension of disbelief: Loosest. Tourniquet. Ever. That fat bastard should’ve lost his leg. Also, why in christ’s name were you showing a map of Florida and talking about Southern California?
Most relatable current event: Southern Californians and Mother Nature not getting along.
Final review: Running calculations? Really? Were you? In the back of an SUV with no equipment? You’re an asshole, Percy. The scientific dialogue in this film isn’t so much spoken, as regurgitated like a mother bird feeding her hatchlings. I’m not sure if Liz Adams is a terrible writer, or just doesn’t understand science because she’s a woman. Either way, it’s enraging to listen to, and the actors are equally as enraging to watch.
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