These movies may be a disaster, but the hot guys saving the day sure aren’t.
I love disaster movies. I love the heart-stopping spectacle, the thrilling set pieces, the faulty logic; and maybe my heart is rotting, too. I’m so prepared for the world to end that I feel relief seeing it finally happen. However, there’s another integral component of disaster movies that critics never talk about: hot, sweaty men. This was conclusively proven by a pivotal scene in the recent Twisters in which Glen Powell wears a wet T-shirt.