Guest poster Brent Harris steps inside the gates of Jurassic World to bring a non-spoiler review.
Jurassic World really wanted to be Jurassic Park for a new breed of teenager that is already accustomed to seeing CGI-laden movies straight out of their embryos. Fourteen years later, Colin Trevorrow delivers on that CGI spectacle. But there is an ominous undercurrent of proper criticism here, as one character aptly says, just as all dino-hell is about to once again break loose, “They never learn.”
Much of the movie’s chaos is comfortably held behind goliath gates for the first two acts of the film while it takes its time to wonderfully develop its tone and themes. There are quite a few touching homages to the original Jurassic Park, and where World is fully aware of itself and pays respects to Park, the movie is truly at its best. The third act was clearly written by an eight-year-old playing with a bucket of plastic dinosaurs.
Jurassic World continues the theme of control which Jurassic Park author Michael Crichton so deftly crafted in his original tale. Are we ever really in control? Or, as this movie asks, are we the ones just used to being the monsters?
Here, the committee of story-tellers give us the uptight control freak, Claire Dearing, played by Bryce Dallas Howard, as the Hammond-clone who has successfully managed Jurassic World for an unspecified number of years since the incidences which shut-down the first Jurassic Park.
And, since the park operates so smoothly and attendance has plateaued, it’s time for something with more teeth. “A child looks at a stegosaurus the same way they look at a rhinoceros in a zoo,” Dearing explains. We have to build something bigger. And here’s where the film oddly parodies its own past success. You can almost hear Trevorrow say directly to the audience, “We have to outdo the last CGI movie. We have to get the audience’s attention.”
That’s when this amusing ride breaks down. The film takes a tour of themes involving sexism, rights of cloned animals, the possibilities and dangers of genetic modifications and then makes a bizarre detour toward a burdensome plotline involving the sinister use of dinosaurs for military purposes. “Makes you wonder what else Ingen was up to,” Grant pontificates in the third film of the series. These themes are certainly fine to explore, but the film only ever scratches at the surface without sinking its teeth into any one of them, only to abandon all pretext of any story by the time dinos rampage across the screen in the final act. Jurassic World strives to do too much, without ever doing any one thing well.
For Spectacle, I give it: 5 out of 5 Fleeing Humans
For Story, I give it: 3 Ian Malcoms out of 5.
Brent Harris is a dinosaur enthusiast, a writer and is known to lie around like a shirtless, injured, Ian Malcolm. One of his first short stories, a Fanfic of Jurassic Park, involved a heavy portion of the plot to Jurassic World, written twenty years ago. He wonders when his royalty check will be posted.