A massive hurricane is set to descend upon the coastal region of Alabama, which provides the perfect opportunity for a group of robbers to snatch up millions of dollars from the bunker of an U.S. Treasury building. A female special agent (Maggie Grace) teams up with a headstrong meteorologist (Toby Kebbell) and his suped-up weather vehicle to stop the greedy rogues from driving off with their ill-gained untraceable haul. THE HURRICANE HEIST is sheer dumb fun, the kind of entertainment that director Rob Cohen used to scoop out with ease. The script is ripped straight out of the recesses of 90s actionsploitation, brimming with crash-bang-boom theatrics that are laughably extravagant and jovial banter with a hint of wit that would make Steven E. de Souza a little envious. Characterization is very limited or stolen whole clothed (dig that TWISTER "inspired" prologue) but the film thankfully skips over much of the tiresome tragic backstories of the main duo. Cohen and the film writers would rather keep the energy of the audience high via some spirited debates between the protagonists about football and proper peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or embarking on nutty endeavors such as becoming human kites in order to save the weatherman's estranged brother from a hostage situation. But the cheesy fun and games amid torrential downpour can't save everything; the film oddly drops all of its plans at the conclusion of the second act and then immediately plunges into the action finale, which is riddled with a confusing order of character deaths and a painful whiplash of an ending. To make matters worst, the film was clearly edited down for a R rating because there are distasteful jumps in the rhythm whenever someone says something naughty. Others may label scoff at this movie and only describe it as a guilty pleasure or as the best of the worst offerings of early 2018 but I frankly had a blast with this refreshing throwback to when action movies were hooped up on goofballs.
FINAL REVIEW: 3 / 5
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