A vindication of Blackpill: my review of the film "Twisters" (2024)
Posted: 08 Aug 2025, 13:56
A Vindication of the Blackpill: A movie review of the film "Twisters" by CPT Darth Aurelius, J.D., esquire
Let me preface the substantive critique that I am about to provide by stating that I was personally intrigued by the premise of this film since, as someone who has extensively studied severe weather meteorology, I thought the technical aspects of the film would at least resonate with my sensibilities. From a purely technical and scientific standpoint, the film did get most of the details right concerning tornadogenesis, the correlation of updraft and mesocycle rotation, multi-vortex structures, helicity and its effects on supercell thunderstorms, dry lines and CAPE values and other highly technical aspects of weather forecasting and predictive methodology. These considerations notwithstanding, the rest of the film was a brutal dose of Blackpill for even the most idealistic and hopeful incels, if there even are any of them left.
The movie is a spiritual successor to the original "Twister" film which starred the late, great Bill Paxton and some old whore named Helen Hunt whose name conveniently rhymes with cunt, as she is one in both the film and irl. While the first movie was silly and extravagant in its necessitating suspended disbelief, it did have its charms including the casting and the special effects which were outstanding for 1996.
In contrast to a somewhat enjoyable if dumb cinematic experience, "Twisters" was a torturous misadventure in the fields of Oklahoma where most of the drama did not focus on actual CGI tornadoes but rather on some obnoxious and insufferably repugnant young dumb cunt who, despite being a mid-tier Becky with no tits and the body of an adolescent prepubescent boy, fancied herself a full ranked Stacy.
The afore referenced faux Stacy is supposed to be a graduate student in meteorology nearing the completion of her PhD dissertation at Oklahoma State University. While I realize the jews in Hollywood are notorious for miscasting young and ostensibly alluring cunts as pseudo-intellectual type characters, if you believe that the character of "Kate" (faux Stacy) is anything but an obnoxious, spoiled, entitled and Chad only stupid little twat then you would probably believe me if I told you I had some prime ocean front property to sell you in the landlocked fields of Oklahoma.
The film introduces Kate and her team of fellow storm chasing meteorologists in the first scene, which is actually the best in the film and after which it incrementally gets progressively worse, since during that scene Kate's mixed race Chad tier boyfriend is mauled to death by a righteous and magnificently destructive EF-5 (highest damage rating) wedge tornado. Watching this Chad being sucked into the all consuming vortex was very gratifying as was the trauma that it inflicted upon the faux Stacy character of Kate.
The rest of the movie can be framed as a contrived love triangle between Kate, her mongrel, interracial former colleague who literally looks like a half-pajeet, half-nigger, part spic, with some baboon genetics thrown into the mix and a pompous, self-righteous, arrogant, conceited douchebag giga-Chad who is supposed to be some sort of viral YT star. While the niggerish ugly ape looking incel guy is a genuinely courageous, honorable and forthright man of integrity as well as a military veteran and the giga-Chad is an obnoxious histrionic brute who goes around insulting the other characters for not being as much of a pompous chauvinistic faggot as he is, you can probably already anticipate which of these guys the fake Stacy ends up with.
Despite my continuously regarding the films CGI tornadoes as the actual heroes and protagonists of the film and despite my hoping that said tornadoes would descend upon the entire cast of annoying characters and annihilate them all for their faggotronics and general normie tier conduct, I was also at least wishing that the faux Stacy Kate would ultimately choose the more honorable ugly man over the obnoxious but Chad tier douchebag. Alas, my hopes were dashed in the final scene when Kate very rudely and with great condescension imposes friend zone constraints upon the chimp faced nigger-pajeetcel and then gleefully runs into the arms of giga-Chad with the film ending as they frolic together in some airport concourse and display a sickening level of public affection for one another.
In sum, while I expected a certain amount of normie-tier propaganda in this film since it is, like all others, the product of a jew mind, my hope for a modestly entertaining CGI extravaganza of tornadic destruction was ultimately frustrated as most of the twisting that was going on in the film was the tongues of Kate and her Chad and (off camera) Chads fat cock in her gaping wide, heavily used foul cunt.
Let me preface the substantive critique that I am about to provide by stating that I was personally intrigued by the premise of this film since, as someone who has extensively studied severe weather meteorology, I thought the technical aspects of the film would at least resonate with my sensibilities. From a purely technical and scientific standpoint, the film did get most of the details right concerning tornadogenesis, the correlation of updraft and mesocycle rotation, multi-vortex structures, helicity and its effects on supercell thunderstorms, dry lines and CAPE values and other highly technical aspects of weather forecasting and predictive methodology. These considerations notwithstanding, the rest of the film was a brutal dose of Blackpill for even the most idealistic and hopeful incels, if there even are any of them left.
The movie is a spiritual successor to the original "Twister" film which starred the late, great Bill Paxton and some old whore named Helen Hunt whose name conveniently rhymes with cunt, as she is one in both the film and irl. While the first movie was silly and extravagant in its necessitating suspended disbelief, it did have its charms including the casting and the special effects which were outstanding for 1996.
In contrast to a somewhat enjoyable if dumb cinematic experience, "Twisters" was a torturous misadventure in the fields of Oklahoma where most of the drama did not focus on actual CGI tornadoes but rather on some obnoxious and insufferably repugnant young dumb cunt who, despite being a mid-tier Becky with no tits and the body of an adolescent prepubescent boy, fancied herself a full ranked Stacy.
The afore referenced faux Stacy is supposed to be a graduate student in meteorology nearing the completion of her PhD dissertation at Oklahoma State University. While I realize the jews in Hollywood are notorious for miscasting young and ostensibly alluring cunts as pseudo-intellectual type characters, if you believe that the character of "Kate" (faux Stacy) is anything but an obnoxious, spoiled, entitled and Chad only stupid little twat then you would probably believe me if I told you I had some prime ocean front property to sell you in the landlocked fields of Oklahoma.
The film introduces Kate and her team of fellow storm chasing meteorologists in the first scene, which is actually the best in the film and after which it incrementally gets progressively worse, since during that scene Kate's mixed race Chad tier boyfriend is mauled to death by a righteous and magnificently destructive EF-5 (highest damage rating) wedge tornado. Watching this Chad being sucked into the all consuming vortex was very gratifying as was the trauma that it inflicted upon the faux Stacy character of Kate.
The rest of the movie can be framed as a contrived love triangle between Kate, her mongrel, interracial former colleague who literally looks like a half-pajeet, half-nigger, part spic, with some baboon genetics thrown into the mix and a pompous, self-righteous, arrogant, conceited douchebag giga-Chad who is supposed to be some sort of viral YT star. While the niggerish ugly ape looking incel guy is a genuinely courageous, honorable and forthright man of integrity as well as a military veteran and the giga-Chad is an obnoxious histrionic brute who goes around insulting the other characters for not being as much of a pompous chauvinistic faggot as he is, you can probably already anticipate which of these guys the fake Stacy ends up with.
Despite my continuously regarding the films CGI tornadoes as the actual heroes and protagonists of the film and despite my hoping that said tornadoes would descend upon the entire cast of annoying characters and annihilate them all for their faggotronics and general normie tier conduct, I was also at least wishing that the faux Stacy Kate would ultimately choose the more honorable ugly man over the obnoxious but Chad tier douchebag. Alas, my hopes were dashed in the final scene when Kate very rudely and with great condescension imposes friend zone constraints upon the chimp faced nigger-pajeetcel and then gleefully runs into the arms of giga-Chad with the film ending as they frolic together in some airport concourse and display a sickening level of public affection for one another.
In sum, while I expected a certain amount of normie-tier propaganda in this film since it is, like all others, the product of a jew mind, my hope for a modestly entertaining CGI extravaganza of tornadic destruction was ultimately frustrated as most of the twisting that was going on in the film was the tongues of Kate and her Chad and (off camera) Chads fat cock in her gaping wide, heavily used foul cunt.