Fourteen years after the third Jurassic Park indicated the demise of the Jurassic Franchise, Colin Trevorrow has attempted to reinvent it in Jurassic World. This time, twenty years on, the park has been rebuilt and opened to the public. But will genetic modification breed something far more dangerous than Jurassic’s original threats?
Whilst the film as a whole is engaging, whoever wrote the script for Jurassic Worldmay have taken a leaf out of E.L James’ book (though hopefully not literally, as a T-Rex’s mastery of nipple clamps would epitomize the term ‘niche market’). It is almost as poorly written and, in areas, somehow less original. Out-of-their depth company executive? Check. Masculine “take-the-kids-somewhere-safe” hero? Check. Overweight, evil, military villain? Check. Some scenes were so hackneyed I half expected a stranger to yawn and reach their arm around me. In the end I was half right, as the cinema gave a collective groan after the hero and heroine predictably kiss.
Yet despite several cliché vomits- queue a literal walk into the sunset – Jurassic world was entertaining. Chris Pratt is amusing as Owen, reminiscent of a more intelligent Andy Dwyer of Parks and Recreation, and Bryce D.H. does herself justice as clinical aunt Claire. The underlying themes, though not fully developed, are interesting and contemporary; capitalism, militarization and animal rights for example. Graphics, being essential in such a film, were impressive. Furthermore, the references to the original Jurassic Park are tasteful and inventive, bringing back some, lets say, old favorites in the final scene. To expand, the denouement as a whole is thoroughly enjoyable, suggesting that perhaps the clichés are clichés because they are tried and tested formulas; they work. This may not be the most original film or the best scripted, but if you’re looking for some easy entertainment, Jurassic World is worth a visit. Unless you’re E.L James. Stay away from our dinosaurs.