I have to join the "Sux Bigtime" chorus on this bomb. There are about 5 minutes total of Tornado on the Cheap in this one that might be worth watching, so be prepared to burn out the Fast Forward if you are looking for the highlights. Most of them are at the beginning.

The plot is a hodgepodge, the acting is horrible, the special effects are not, and there are plot holes and production errors galore. It's as if the budget got spent in the first ten minutes and they had to find filler. And there is plenty of it here. The worlds least realistic looking Gypsys dancing pointlessly, the constant flashbacks, the countryside which manages to look like nowhere special -- and all of this punctuated by corny stereotypical scenes of "crisis" that leave you hoping for a phone call that will interrupt the agony. It's not even one that you will want to laugh a lot at.

For example in the "thrilling climax", the bad guy is left out of the helicopter and looks up to see clear skies. Yet everywhere around him the Meta Tempesta supposedly rages. Gypsys running for cover in the 'secret tunnels' are supposedly on the verge of being carried away by the winds, but their big floppy brimmed hats stay firmly on their heads as if it were a dead calm. One second we see a swirling maelstrom lifting cars and demolishing buildings; the next second there are characters supposedly right next to this action whose clothes are not even flapping in the breeze. Did they run out of budget to run the fans? It's good for a wasted evening, but overall you can definitely do better. There is no compelling reason to rent this film.

Good grief. What an incomprehensible and disjointed mess. And nothing about it makes you care enough to figure it all out. Like all tornado films, there's an idiot who tries to film the twister in order to get killed. This guy has a brat kid who follows him, wanting to get killed too I guess. The dad (but not the brat) gets a one-way ticket into the funnel cloud. Whatever script there was to this thing apparently got vacuumed up with dad; there's certainly no plot on the screen after that. Cut to 30 years later, the kid is now a big square jawed TV cameraman clod who still can't act. He encounters gypsies, cults, gratingly phony accents, psychos in wards having bad-hair-days, sinister conspiracies, demonic cloud-faces, legends, directors who are as untalented as he is, script writers who are even worse, and yawning audiences. Occasionally, a tornado shows up. Tornadoes chase people in this movie. No, really. In one cult meeting, there's a guy with a Yoda hood, who sounds like he's moaning "Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum." (I think that's Latin for "I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog as well.")

Clumsy nonsense that tries to throw a hundred things at a dartboard, hoping that something sticks. Nothing did.

NATURE UNLEASHED: TORNADO is a particularly poor example of its kind, a straight-to-video disaster effort in which a small town is threatened by tornadoes and only a man with an ancestral connection to an ancient prophecy has the power to fight back. The hero is square-jawed Daniel Bernhardt, once an action star of the '90s, but what follows is pure cheese and nonsense, with little action and zero excitement. It was shot in Romania on the cheap and the fantasy elements of the plot are entirely laughable and inept in practice. Listen out for the sound effects liberally borrowed from the PC game DOOM!