Time to Remember
It has been many years since the first Jurassic Park wowed the cinematic universe with the realistic mixture of CGI and practical effects that brought dinosaurs to life, forever changing the way movies are made. Computer animation is the standard now for better or for worse, and seemingly the only way Hollywood can conceive of toping previous efforts is by pummeling you with MORE. While the visual feast is resplendent, I think the bigger achievement (or at least , surprising thing) would be to do something subtle. This, I know for certain, will never happen as the big business Hollywood Execs minimize artistic content for bottom dollar spectacle. (I for one was a fan of the character development and slower scenes in Avengers:Age of Ultron. Yes, I know, I am in the minority.)
I was quite excited to see that the director of the quirky Indy time travel comedy "Safety not Guaranteed" Colin Trevorrow was taking the reins of the franchises' fourth entry. Unfortunately, the reality of H'wood big business tent pole flicks absolutely would not allow his unique storytelling to shine through. Jurassic World is a pre-packaged product that excels in serving up predictable sameness (from the the kids in peril plot device to the supposed iconic shot at the films end that was to harken back to the original) that even with the "twists" (New big bad Dinosaur, communing and bonding with 'Raptors, etc.) nothing truly feels surprising. Somehow I knew not one of our main characters were in any kind of real peril, but there were plenty of "red shirts" that would be part of the dino buffet.
The plot in a nutshell- two young boys visit their Aunt (Bryce Dallas Howard) who is a bigwig exec at the Jurassic World zoo-island-park. She is not a good host, as she has her assistant ferry them around the attractions while she attends to investors trying to underwrite her new Indominus Rex - a mad scientist creation that is the biggest baddest monster ever created.Howard portrays her characters serious business acumen through her severe bob hair-do and her wildly inappropriate all white attire. Meanwhile, the game warden Owen (a scowly mucho macho Chris Pratt) who is a Velociraptor Whisperer, warns of the dangers of this mystery amalgamation of deadly predators . Of course, he is unaware of the creature until it is a) fully grown, b) an incredible threat to everyone on the island including the young visiting nephews who have ditched the assistant and gone offroad in a gyrosphere (???!!!???). Mayhem ensues. (I want to sidebar for a moment bout Chris Pratt. I have been a fan of his since Parks and Recreation and thought he was wonderful in Guardians of the Galaxy. I really miss the soft doughy Chris from Parks, though. One of the great things about him was that he had this glorious go for broke gonzo goofiness that was pure and fearless. Guardians captured that goofiness while molding a rakish Han Solo kind of leading man who doesn't give a shit what other people think. In JW, all the life seems to be sucked out of him. Lots of camera shots lovingly focus in on his bursting at the seems sleeves because his biceps are so big and his massive muscly perfect Vshaped torso. But besides getting all Doolittle with the V-Raptors and scowling a lot, he really doesn't have much of a character. More heroic archetype than human being. Bring me back my Andy Dwyer, PLEASE!)
As for the rest of the movies' plot, all you need to know is that there will be death, their will be destruction, and there will be blood. Lots 'o dinos, not so much on interesting plot.
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