{source}<iframe style=”float: left; border: 1px solid #000000; background-color: #c0c0c0; padding: 2px; margin: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 3px; -khtml-border-radius: 3px; -webkit-border-radius: 3px; border-radius: 3px;” width=”400″ height=”225″ src=”https://www.youtube.com/embed/RFinNxS5KN4?rel=0″ frameborder=”0″ allowfullscreen></iframe>{/source}Chris Pratt on a motorcycle racing through a forest with his raptor pack: that was all it took for me to be excited about this summer blockbuster. Stephen Spielberg’s Jurassic Park came out in 1993. I was in third grade, and it took some serious persuading on my part for my parents to allow me to see the PG-13 flick. Tickets were $3 and I saw it 5 times. It was worth every cent of my allowance.
The sequels that followed in 1997 and 2001 are not highly esteemed. People’s love for the first movie kept them coming to see the sequels, but they did not compare. As B.B. King sang, “the thrill is gone.” Much like the Jaws series, Spielberg’s initial offering was a silver-screen triumph. The sequels were riding in the wake of a giant success and ultimately did not survive the frenzy between the critics and general public. Even so, the sequels just kept coming.
It has been 14 years since the last Jurassic Park installment and we all probably needed that much time to get over the disappointment of Jurassic Park III. When I first saw the previews for Jurassic World, nostalgia came over me and I marked June 12th in my calendar. I did not think about how bad the sequels were, but rather how much I loved the first Jurassic Park.
The theme park filled with genetically resurrected dinosaurs finally came to life in Jurassic World. To boost ticket sales, the park’s marketing team instructs the scientists to engineer a new attraction. A dinosaur that is “bigger, meaner and with more teeth.” You can imagine what happens next.
Wall Street Journal film critic, Joe Morgenstern calls the film is “critic-proof,”—meaning, despite poor reviews, people will still go see it. He is right; you’ve probably already made up your mind about seeing the movie. As for me, I liked it. The movie is better than previous sequels, but even this bigger, meaner blockbuster that has more teeth, is not as good as the original Michael Crichton book adaptation.
PG-13 in 1993 might be a little different than PG-13 today. For parents out there, go see this one yourself before you allow your 8 year-olds to go on their own. I walked out the movie feeling like I had just escaped a toothy death myself.
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