This past weekend, and a few weeks late, I finally went to the theater to see the newest Jurassic World movie along with my son and five-year-old grandson. He was a brave soul during dino chomping episodes.
I will say that I enjoyed it but something was missing. The last movie, in my opinion, was much better. As my big toenail taps against the floor like Blue’s, attempting to figure out why, I’ve decided to blame it on one word — predictability. The movie needed more teeth.
Instead of the plot thickening, the plotline stayed thin. The bad guys were not out to save the dinos from another extinction event. They were out to save their pocketbooks and line them with untold millions, selling off the dino livestock to evil dudes in black suits. In the next war, rather than nukes, a horde of dinos will be unleashed on enemies.
Regardless of its shortfalls, the latest franchise version will take its place in the lineup of dino movies. Our fascination with these creatures hasn’t ended. Remember, we have new generations seeing them. My son was eight the first time Jurassic Park came out. His son sat next to him at the age of five and saw the dinos for the first time on the big screen. No doubt, these roaring movies will continue like the ones that take us to the stars. Apparently, some moviegoers want to travel the universe, while the rest of us want to return to the earth’s origins when these creatures roamed the planet.
Nevertheless, our favorite stars returned this time around — T-Rex and Blue. (Yeah, I know, Chris Pratt … insert swoon.) They are always the staple of Jurassic movies since the first time T-Rex and those raptors scared the crap out of us in 1993. Who doesn’t love the roar of the T-Rex or the call-call-call of the raptors? Blue has such lovely teeth too, while T-Rex has a big mouth.
Naturally, a new bad-dude dino has been cooked up in the test tube thanks to the mad scientist. I will admit, this dino got on my nerves! He was relentless, but thankfully Blue saved the day. Oh, Blue, Blue. I love you too. Your dino teeth, your color, your chew. (Gee, I didn’t know I was such a poet!)
The breaking news is mankind is not going to die from an asteroid, World War III, or some ghastly plague. Instead, we’re all going to get eaten in the end. If I had my choice, I guess T-Rex would make it a quick kill. A raptor would probably just chew on me like an appetizer.