Fixed that For You, vol. 4: Jurassic World
When I wrote about Terminator Genisys, I wondered whether the Terminator franchise was still necessary. Ultimately, I think it can be viable, especially if future creators embrace all the sci-fi ideas time travel, A.I., and multiple timelines affords them – like the Sarah Connor Chronicles once did. But that isn’t a question I think needs to be asked in regards to the Jurassic Park franchise. Despite Jurassic World’s embarrassingly high box office returns domestically and internationally, the answer is no. Jurassic Park shouldn’t be a franchise. At least, it shouldn’t be if nobody is going to be any god damn effort into the production.
None of the sequels have been any good, and Jurassic World is actually the worst of them all. Sure, the action set pieces have some impressive CGI behind them, but there’s no imagination in their execution and there’s very little set-up or pay-off in the script. The performances are uniformly broader than a soap opera and the characters are all so very dumb, which is completely at odds with the down-to-earth presentation of very smart people from the original. The Lost World and Jurassic Park III may be uninspired save for a few scenes – the raptor attack in the long grass and the dual t-rexes from the former, and the pterosaur sanctuary and the SAT phone gag in the latter – but at least the characters aren’t so prohibitively unintelligent that their continued survival is a surreal mystery.
Okay, there are the issues with gymnastics and raptor eggs, but two scenes compared to a whole movie of utter stupidity are much easier to cope with. (And, admittedly, the less said about talking dream raptors the better.) Why so serious, bruh? It’s a movie with fucking dinosaurs tearing shit up and eating people! So it’s dumb, what did you expect? I expected the first movie! We shouldn’t praise a movie for its mediocrity, even if we like it. We should demand movies be better. We are paying for them after all.
So, yes, I’ve seen Jurassic World. And, yes, I hated it. During my screening I even leaned over to a friend at one point and literally said: “I hate this.” It’s one big pile of shit. But in the days of Transformers and Michael Bay, shit gets sequels if it the shit looks pretty enough. What could they have done differently?
For starters, they could have considered the actual Jurassic World a zoo and thought through what sort of precautions a zoo would have, and not just what sort of exhibits and rides the visitors could go on. The latter is great, of course, and the movie that was made does show some fun stuff to do at Jurassic World, but those scenes are perfunctory at best and feel padded, because the two brother characters also feel tacked on. The ghosts of Tim and Lex and nowhere near as entertaining or endearing.
Like the first movie was about the invited scientists experiencing Jurassic Park’s test run, this movie should be from the perspective of the guests paying to visit Jurassic World. Of course we meet the scientists and engineers behind the scenes – perhaps in a Cabin in the Woods type of cross-cutting – but they’re mainly there to explain why the precautions are failing when they inevitably do fail. But that’s the point, hubris and greed are characters’ downfalls in Jurassic Park, not their stupidity. It takes the painstaking will of Dennis Nedry to make Jurassic Park fail. Jurassic World fails because the protagonists forget that cell phones can literally make calls from anywhere.
This is where a character like the one played by Vincent D’Onofrio should come into play. For one, he was my favorite part of the whole movie, because he actually seemed like he cared about what he was doing onscreen. But also, the security guy who wants to prove either his precautions can withstand paddocks opening or that the dinosaurs are capable of being more than just zoo animals is exactly the foil a movie like this needs. He sabotages pens and plans at various times, all in the name of his own pride and ego. He may care if people get hurt, but it will be worth it if he proves he’s right.
Naturally, he’d be wrong, and that’s when chaos would ensue. Jurassic World goes the opposite route and makes D’Onofrio pretty much right about everything he says, just a complete asshole. This is the character who should cause every bad thing that happens and whose demise the audience should be craving to see in the final reel. Instead, it’s our heroes who fuck everything up, because they’re dumb, and when the bad guy unsatisfyingly perishes off-screen, we’re left asking, “Oh, I guess that raptor got in because Chris Pratt left the door open?”
You may saying, but Rob, it’s the bad guy InGen dudes who made the super dinosaur that really caused every bad thing to happen, and D’Onofrio represented those interests. Sure, if you want to admit that the super dinosaur outsmarted everyone with its camouflage and the two leads were too dumb to see where the super dinosaur’s tracker said it was before they entered its paddock and then set it free while trying to escape once they were told it was still inside. If you’re fine with that, then Jurassic World is the movie for you. If you’re not fine with that, like me, you’re left knowing that a few more passes on the script should have ironed lazy wrinkles like that.
Hollywood really is one of the few industries I can think of where laziness, actually not caring about the end product, is rewarded as much as or more often than diligence, creativity, and effort. It’s enough to make you think nobody really knows what they’re doing and even the best movies are total accidents. But that’s as naïve as expecting every movie to be great. What counts is ambition and care. Anybody can point a camera and capture what’s there, it takes hard work to make what’s there worth capturing at all.









