I for one hope that the Floyd family takes this gibbering schmuck for all that he is worth. This isn’t a case of some internet rando badmouthing a dead man. This is a rich and proudly ignorant bigot who has a overly tall and overly wide platform, and he is long past due to be taken down a peg. Preferably all the pegs.

On the one hand, I don’t doubt that Floyd’s kid could spend Kanye’s money better than he could. On the other hand, being owed $250m because an idiot said idiotic things about your deceased father on a podcast? Come on.

I hope this sequel pulls a “Lost World: Jurassic Park” by having a mommy and daddy tornado protect their child tornado. Also, there could be a scene where the storm chasers try and defeat the tornadoes with those little metal balls, only to have the tornadoes whip ‘em back at deadly speeds.

Bring back Cary Elwes! He has been through the Twister protal to the Twister home planet and lived among the Twisters for decades and now fights his way back to warn us of the Twisters’ deadly plan for our planet. Spoiler: They will unleash Twisters upon us!

Whoever the film focuses on, I just hope they’re in it for the science, not the money.

Will there be a really attention-grabbing shot in the trailer of the sequel that nevertheless fails to show up in the actual film?

Don’t make it a sequel! Just remake the first movie, except it’s from the tornado’s point of view. He’s just trying to get to his kid’s dance recital, but these stupid tornado chasers keep getting in his way!

So I haven’t seen the film or read Rife’s review, so my opinion is probably worthless, but it seems a strange criticism when the screenplay and play were written by the actual person who experienced the obesity, not someone who imagined obesity. Maybe he really didn’t experience any joy, and it sounds as if he didn’t…

You seem to be kind of skewing things a little here.

As a fat person, I want to know who are all these people who are trying to turn being fat into some kind of protected marginalized class like it was a race. I’m not one to dismiss getting fat as merely a moral or personal failing, but I also do not give a shit about fat jokes, fat suits, fat humor, or fat whatever.…

It’s a story about chronic depression, though. Of course moments of joy are fleeting to non-existent; that’s kind of how it feels to be chronically depressed. At some point, we have to accept the story that is being told and the characters telling it on their own individual terms rather than expecting them to be univer…

Amen

This is a (very close) adaption of a play written by a formerly, morbidly obese person and (as he is even quoted in this article) is specific to his experience at that time. Rife’s review falls into the same realm of complaints that are all to common in media criticism today. That any depiction of a character that…

I’m sure you know that people will ignore reason, logic and basic common sense in order to be offended by something they haven’t even seen to be able to form a judgement about. Or they make their judgement the moment the plot is described to them and stick with it no matter what actually happens in the movie.

Your description of her review sounds more nuanced while being more concise than her actual review. To me it read like she takes the most issue with the central thesis that the obese serve as some kind of empathy balloon for others to take their suffering out on. If that’s indeed what the movie is about... yikes, no…

“That it is what a slender person imagines what life must be like for an obese person.”

The worst thing to happen to cinema lately is everyone thinking that a movie represents a whole group of people, rather than just being a story about a human being and their personal experience.

Plus, I’ve read that the film depicts the character at various stages of his life and at various weights, so that presents a challenge. It’s easier to cast an actor like Fraser—who is a larger actor by Hollywood standards—and then craft a few different suits so that he can play the character at various stages of his…

Someone that size would have extreme difficulty getting to and from the set, going through makeup and wardrobe, and spending weeks of long days under hot lights.

Its just a shame to think of all the gay, 600lb actors who lost out on this role.