The dinosaurs looked ‘lovely’ and I’m positive they continued to be so throughout this motion picture, but the 25 minutes I managed to endure were a pronounced pain in the arse – boring, derivative, pointless, and I suppose scraping a barrel that was no longer there.
News flash: dinosaurs aren’t interesting, people. Spielberg, once upon a time, made them so for 90 mins. And that’s the end of it.
This was shite. The next dozen will be shite as well.
Jurassic Park (1993) was the Jaws (1975) of the ’90s, another Spielberg game-changer, the apogee of the ‘blockbuster’. We’re five movies into this franchise now and the apple has fallen very far from the tree. I couldn’t believe the shit I was watching in Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018). The picture gave the appearance of having nine different screenwriters, and all of them penning scenes from a crèche. And it’s made a fucking fortune. And there will be another one released before the end of a decade. Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy. Dinosaurs are fairly captivating; they are getting lazy coverage in these movies.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 