Review: 'Jurassic World'
[vc_row][vc_column width="2/3"][vc_column_text disable_pattern="true" align="left" margin_bottom="0"]If you liked Jurassic Park, you'll love Jurassic World. This isn't a fact, but it is the overriding sentiment exuded by the latest installment in the Jurassic franchise. Rather than stand alone as a new beginning, or even a separate chapter in the tale of reanimated dinosaurs, we're bombarded with reminders that the initial offering was a transcendent, brilliant experience; now here's a lesser version that might partially sate your appetite.
Jurassic Park (the fictionalized theme park) may be gone, but Jurassic World proudly stands in its place. Though extremely popular with audiences, its leadership (including Bryce Dallas Howard's park operations manager) fears the public being worn out by the "same old dinosaurs"; therefore, a new dino is cooked up in a lab, but it may be smarter and more aggressive than its overseers realize. Cue ominous music.
To stop such a rampant creature, you need the best of all previous worlds. Dr. Alan Grant's cautious wisdom and Dr. Ian Malcolm's wisecrackery are melded into one as Chris Pratt's Owen Grady. Infallible in his reasoning and oh-so-handsome in his Han Solo-y vest, he shows up to chastise lesser characters when they make poor choices and then save any innocents that are suddenly thrust into the crossfire. Pratt's natural charm does the character far more good than the script; he radiates endearing goodness but his verbal spats with Howard lack a certain chemistry, which is odd because you'd think Pratt could have sexy interactions with a brick wall.