This past Father’s Day, Fiona and David took me to a matinee of Jurassic World. We’d shown David the first three films earlier this year, and he was pretty psyched to see it. I wasn’t expecting that much, but hey, dinosaurs on the big screen, right?
I wound up being pleasantly surprised. Like the original Jurassic Park, this film is a Frankenstein narrative, which is to say, a story of overreaching. In order to boost attendance at the Jurassic World theme park, the park’s administrators commission the creation of a hybrid dinosaur, which turns out to be far beyond their ability to control. It escapes, and sets tumbling the chain of dominoes that is the rest of the park. In the process, we get references to the first three movies, as well as to other films such as Aliens and the original Godzilla films. The film climaxes with a multi-dinosaur brawl that’s over the top ridiculous and thrilling, and that had my inner twelve year old cheering.
There are a few inconsistencies in the film’s narration that could have been taken care of with a couple of minutes’ dialogue; at the very least, I think the story would have benefited from an explanation of how the theme park was opened after the disasters shown in the earlier films. The film also puts in place elements for a potential sequel; although that could wind up being a very different, and very interesting, movie, should it head in the direction I think it will.
David declared the film, “Awesome!” We give it four raptors.
(You may be cool, but you’ll never be Chris-Pratt-riding-his-motorcycle-in-the-midst-of-a-pack-of-velociraptors cool.)