It’s the same cow.
That’s the thing we remember about this tale of Mother Nature beatin’ the heck out of everyone and everyplace — the fact a twister picks up a hardy bovine and tosses it from one side of the screen to the other.
Then sends it shooting back from whence it came.
I remember the theater going wild in the moment back in ’96.
Jump forward to 2020, and, from the comfort of their couch, my nephews liked it even better, hootin’ and hollerin’ with glee as Bessie went on her weather-assisted joy ride.
Some things just get better with time.
The great uniter.
Doesn’t matter whether you’re a liberal or a conservative, man or woman, a 10-year-old or pushing triple digits on the age odometer.
This is that rarity of rarities – a film every reasonable person loves with a burning intensity.
Seriously, if you can’t get behind this charming fantasy/comedy/action fest, you’ve just self-diagnosed as being a sociopath.
There are deeper movies, more thought-provoking ones, sure.
But few, if any, warm your soul as much as the one where Westley and Buttercup overcome great odds, dastardly villains, and a fire swamp or two, in pursuit of love, true love.