There’s a lot of love for 1996’s Twister that owes more to nostalgia than actual quality. Those of us who were teenagers when Jan de Bont’s action adventure hit the big screen remember an intense, visceral experience. Rewatching it recently, I was reminded that while it is, indeed, quite a ride, it’s also saddled with thin characters and a threadbare pl…
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