Jurassic World

Don't be fooled by Chris Pratt's get up -  this isn't an Indiana Jones remake.

I won't lie, it's been a long long time since I have watched Jurassic Park, I would even go as far as to say it was sometime in the late 90's, but I still very proudly possess the VHS copy of the film - somewhere - so please excuse the lack of comparative remarks between the 1993 to 2001 films.

When brothers Zach and Grey Mitchell (Nick Robinson and Ty Simpkins) get what I can only describe as banished, to Jurassic World you begin to question if their parent knew that there was a chance they wouldn't come back alive. I say this taking into consideration that they are sent to spend time with their Aunt Claire (Bryce Dallas Howard) the parks Operation Manager, who if by nothing but her sharp haircut, you can tell has a million and one other things to do than watch a pair of kids she barely knows. In particular monitoring the progress of the Indominus a captivity made and bred dinosaur, assured to bring in revenue for the already popular tourist attraction.

Well clearly the only fan of  Notorious B.I.G was Owen Grady (Chris Pratt) the parks Velociraptor trainer, otherwise more people would have held an air of caution when it came to engineering the weirdly named Indominus - with a name like that, it's no wonder that thing was so misunderstood... not that that excuses it's behaviour. Owen Grady is full of mystery, we are given no back story about our knight in dull khakis (perhaps being saved for the potential sequel?), all we know is that for whatever reason he trains velociraptors and has been previously acquainted with Aunt Claire. Despite the fact that these two butt heads, when the clock starts ticking and the hunt is on, he is the first person Aunt Claire turns too in her time of need as their foes creep about both within the extensive Park and inside their own walls.

I think my main issue with Jurassic World, is that my inner emotional dial didn't quite know where to point. One second the music is all new frontier, happy go lucky 1960's sunshine adventure, then it flips on you to dark and twisty, jump at every shadow nail bitingly foreboding. It was as if the producers couldn't decide whether to make this film a 12A or a 15 and so tethered ever so carefully on the line that divided the two, when in all honesty they should have taken the plunge - No guts no glory.

Overall this movie was boss, there was clever and humorously placed references to the original Jurassic Park trilogy, (special shout out to Jake Johnson for that) but not he the point that first timers were left lost. The actors they used - minus the overbearing and over emotional mother - worked for what it was, meaning that it felt fresh, no massive names to already slightly taint your opinion on the film, or to expect a certain style of acting of filming. But at the end of the day the most important thing was that the film was good enough to have me by the end, wishing that I could skip off to Jurassic World to have a gay.... and potentially life threatening ol' time.