Into the Storm Box Office: Domestic is $41,943M. Foreign a/o 8/24 is $30,300M

here Total reported: $ 72,373 M

Russia, in which the film opened on 8/7,  leads the foreign box office with $ 5M +, with France and Malaysia coming in next at over $ 2M.

In the UK, which has only been playing it for  week, the Box Office figs are a respectable $ 1.9M

Still to come, parts of Latin America, including Mexico – Viva Mexico!

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The Quality is in the Subject — We’ll Talk Later

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The profile I miss

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Well, you can hone right into the feature here. Or shall I say feature?

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Was it Good for You?

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Secret Smirk ( for discussion)

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Familiar – Face Buried in Hands

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Hands do the Job

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We’re Gonna Need a Bigger Cake.

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The Time of Your Knife.

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Horsing Around ( ad libbed, I think)

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This one, too.

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Into the Storm World-wide Box Office Gross Reaches $ 68,601M after 3 weekends

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Thanks to KatharineD for alerting me to the new figures.

Belfast Telegraph Gives Mixed Review of Into the Storm

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Gary Morris – The grumpiest man ever

They’re not the most unlikeable bunch, even if Richard Armitage’s Gary Morris – the vice-principal of the local school – is the grumpiest man ever. It’s a good job the hinted-at romance between him and Sarah Wayne Callies’s Dr Alison Stone never comes to fruition, as it would have been a suspension of disbelief too far.

The Guardian Reviews Into the Storm: Idiotic

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Tornadoes have scant respect for reputations. In Steven Quale’s idiotic disaster movie, they come lolloping across the midwest, one after another, scattering meteorologists and meatheads, teenage sweethearts and documentary film-makers alike. The weather is flipping jumbo jets like ninepins, spinning school buses like tops. The one thing it can’t ruffle, apparently, is Richard Armitage’s foursquare teacher, who toils through the elements to save his son from a flooded industrial park. All around, meanwhile, the film’s bullish special effects are wreaking havoc with the narrative.

Into the Storm sets forth as a found-footage thriller before losing its thread and then doubling back on itself in abject disarray. “Are you having fun yet?” shouts a gung-ho cameraman as the first twister rolls in. This is going to get worse before it gets better.