Preparing for the graduation day in the town of Silverton, Donnie and Tray, the former president sons, who responsible for filming the party, but incidents come to climax, during the day, where a disastrous and strong tornado has stroke the town, the thing that makes people's life in danger.
The film is nearly poetic in its inanity, curiously masquerading as a theatrical release when it belongs in the darkest recesses of your local dollar store.
Have we ever before seen such big-ticket escapist entertainment about the awesomeness of something that so recently killed so many of us? Doesn't it usually take longer before everyone's eager for candy spun from trauma?
I won't pull punches: besides the pretty realistic carnage swirling onscreen, this thing is merely a collection of clichés fit for the overwrought melodrama that unfolds.
When the badass cyclones muscle into town, ripping up schools, banks and airports, the film is fairly fun. Sadly, everything else about it is, well, a bit of a disaster.