This one obviously came a little later in life. I was already in high school when Jan De Bont’s thrilling take on storm chasers made its way to theaters. I know I saw it on the big screen but I can’t recall whether Pops did or not. Regardless, once we got the VHS, that was all she wrote. Even with a DVD player at the house, Dad still wore out the spools on that thing. (I've since bought him the Blu-ray.) The film has become, if not his favorite movie, certainly one of his favorites, and I confess to loving it, too. It’s a nice reminder of that mid-90s glory age (of sorts) for testosterone-driven action filmmaking. And I had a crush on Helen Hunt back in the day.