Alright whatever, spoiler, movie been out for months, fuck you.
Twisters is one of my favorite movies in a long time.
It wasn’t just a mindless blockbuster.
It was simply a good movie.
That’s the tried and true rom-com formula.
So you expect a steamy makeout sesh to end Twisters…and then they don’t!
And I love that they didn’t.
They can love each other, but not more than they love getting into an F5 ‘nado.
That’s their real love.
(Side note, shout out to everyone who read my blogs during my obsessed with climbing phase.)
Would putting me into the equation ever actually change anything?
Would you actually make decisions differently?
Is me asking you do you see that as an obligation?
I appreciate your concerns, states Honnold in response.
I respect that, but I in no way feel obligated, no.
It’s heartbreaking but also bad ass.
Adrenaline junkies in real life like Honnold, and in movies like Twisters, are just built different.
So that’s why I thought the non-kiss was the correct call.
They can kiss later, they have a storm to chase now.
Couldn’t be me.
Chase storms, not pussy.
