Into the Storm
Rated PG-13 for sequences of intense destruction and peril, and language including some sexual references. One hour, 29 minutes.
Publication date: Publication Date Aug. 8, 2014
Review by Peter Canavese
Scripted by young writer John Swetnam and directed by Steven Quale, "Into the Storm" features a motley, essentially unproven cast in a rail-thin tale of survival. Though largely composed of faux found footage from the pro cameras of reality-TV storm chasers and TV newscopters and the consumer-grade handicams of high-schoolers, Swetnam also includes omniscient-narrative footage when the conceit requires, diluting the purity of the style.
It's a style that, already tired -- yep, "The Blair Witch Project" was fifteen years ago -- has the added effect here of insensitive tackiness in the context of global climate change and an apparent increase in the frequency and severity of fatal storms. It's ironic but true that "Twister" remains more palatable by being a consciously entertaining action fantasy, a cinematic roller-coaster, rather than a hellish "you are there" safari tour through death and destruction.
The paper-thin characters include the aforementioned storm chasers (Sarah Wayne Callies of "The Walking Dead," Matt Walsh of "Veep," Jeremy Sumpter of "Friday Night Lights"...), high-schoolers on graduation day (wet blankets Max Deacon and Alycia Debnam Carey, and wiseacre Nathan Kress), and the boys' cranky vice-principal dad (Richard Armitage of "The Hobbit"), who inevitably finds paternal redemption. Tornadoes strike: These good folks dodge them or chase them and regret it.
"But how are the tornadoes?" you ask. Indeed, they are the real stars, and the digital effects increasingly wow as the picture goes on. Conserving budget and building suspense, Quale uses the ol' "Jaws" technique: Hold back the shark. Early storm sequences tease with cameras knocked out of commission before paying off with anything too close to a money shot, the better to induce gasps with the multiple climaxes to follow.
If there's one thing Hollywood is good for these days, it's delivering exactly what's on the tin. The results tend to be mulchy and of dubious artfulness, but will anyone really feel cheated by a carefully marketed genre pic like "Into the Storm"? It's for people who want to be scared by storms for 89 minutes, and they're welcome to it.