Turn off your brain. Turn up the volume. And ask yourself the only question that matters: Would you rather fight one horse-sized hurricane, or one hundred hurricane-sized horses?

Deep in Alabama, a massive hurricane is bearing down on a small town. Inside a soon-to-be-abandoned U.S. Treasury facility, $600 million in old, shredded currency is waiting to be incinerated. But a crew of surprisingly well-dressed thieves (led by a villain with a terrible Southern accent) decides this is the perfect time to steal the cash. Their logic? "Cops can't chase us in 150 mph winds."

★★☆☆☆ (as a film) / ★★★★☆ (as a drinking game).

“Some people rob banks. These guys rob the sky.”

The Setup: Forget your sophisticated heist movies ( Ocean’s Eleven ). Forget your realistic disaster dramas ( The Perfect Storm ). Now, imagine someone threw a category 5 hurricane, a fistful of dollar bills, and a 1990s action movie script into a blender. What comes out is the gloriously absurd, shamelessly entertaining masterpiece known as The Hurricane Heist .

Enter the heroes: a tough-as-nails Treasury agent (Maggie Grace, playing it completely straight) and two brothers—one a genius meteorologist, the other a badass former Marine mechanic who talks to his truck. Together, they must stop the heist while literally fighting the wind.