Super Cyclone: The Storm of All Cinematic Calamities

So, last weekend I was cozied up with some köttbullar and lingonberry jam, deciding to dive into “Super Cyclone”. A film that promised so much thrill you’d think you’d need a life jacket just to survive watching it. Directed by Liz Adams, who I’m almost sure got caught in her own filmmaking storm, this little number had me raising eyebrows higher than a Swedish sauna ceiling.

Antonio Sabato Jr. headlines the cast. Yes, THE Antonio from those 90s TV dreams. But even his charming smirk seemed drowned (pun intended) by the chaotic screenplay and CGI that might just make 90s video games look like masterpieces. I mean, it’s supposed to be a whirlwind of emotions and action but ends up feeling more like a gentle breeze. Maybe I’m being a bit harsh, but when you spend 90 minutes watching a film, you sorta hope for a bit more than the special effects equivalent of leftover knäckebröd.

I’ve got to say, though—there was a scene (no spoilers, I promise) that reminded me of when I was a kid, running around in a Göteborg thunderstorm, believing I was the captain of my own ship, which was actually just a pair of yellow wellies. There’s something universal and oddly nostalgic about massive, natural disasters, isn’t there?

But then again, maybe that’s the charm—or cunning?—of “Super Cyclone”. It makes you laugh at its tornado-sized flaws while secretly cheering for the ridiculousness of it all. Although, I wouldn’t exactly call it a masterpiece, it’s one of those blurry rainy Sunday flicks you put on when you’re not quite ready to face reality—or when all you need is a comforting reminder that no matter the chaos on screen, your fika is still warm and waiting.

Check the trailer below