It's true, this film is unfocused and hazy. Nicolas Cage at times has fits of man-child disease, both in speech and actions/reactions, and then he has other periods as he has avoided the responsibilities of adulthood/parenthood. There are some funny bits, but they just don't provide any footing into this meandering life of an up-and-coming weatherman with an ex-wife and 2 kids that he barely "knows". Toss in the weatherman's father (an under-utilized Michael Caine) subplot, the film just never really gels enough to make a compelling case for its underlying theme, which is to turn the weather into a metaphor for the trappings of adulthood. Like the weather, you never know how it's going to go, most of the weather forecasting being a guess on the wayward currents of the winds, but if you think it's going to rain, then it's best to bring an umbrella, otherwise being unprepared can lead to a wet and soaking mess to deal with when it could have all been avoided. Adulthood, like the weather, can't all be controlled, but there are things that can be done to minimize the unpredictability. The sooner you learn that lesson, the easier it becomes to cope with life's rainstorms.
I give it 2.5 stars, or a grade of C+.
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