This movie might as well be titled “Windy with a Chance of Cuck,” because that’s exactly the vibe it gives off. It’s like someone threw a Hallmark movie into a blender with every cliché and stereotype they could think of and hit “puree.” The result? A cringeworthy mess that feels more like a parody than a genuine attempt at storytelling.
The checklist of tropes is absolutely exhausting:
- Sad white girl? ✅ Of course.
- Desperate third-wheel guy who’s only there to be the audience’s punching bag? ✅ Naturally, we’ve got to make him unlikable so the plot feels justified.
- Perfect, smiling model boyfriend? ✅ Sure, why not.
- Out-of-town, also-perfect model “protagonist” that the sad girl just has to fall in love with? ✅ Check and mate.
To make it worse, the dialogue is laughably bad. The actors look like they’re reading their lines off cue cards they barely understand, and the script is packed with buzzwords meant to sound profound but only manage to come off as hollow.
And then there’s the soundtrack. Calling it distracting would be generous. At one point, I had to mute the movie entirely just to save myself from the auditory assault. Honestly, it was a marked improvement—so much so that I almost forgot I needed the audio to follow the “story.”
The final blow? That “E-5” tornado. Forget the damage to the town—it obliterated any remaining shred of credibility this film had. This wasn’t just a disaster movie; it was a disaster of a movie. Yikes out of 10.