Twenty-two years ago, there was little around like Jurassic Park. The T. rex of movies thundered across the scene and off it, ensuring a generation of children long after it would swear by dino lore. Few who saw that jeep being rocked about by an angry Tyrannosaurus rex in the film came away unaffected.
Twenty-two years later, there is a lot around like Jurassic World. Giant monstrous things laying people and places to rubble? Of course. However, Trevorrow, picking up the thread of a long-dead franchise, now at quite a distance from both Michael Crichton and Steven Spielberg, manages to pack his Jurassic World with not just dread but also wonder. A smart move, given how scarce that second quality is these days.
The script — co-written by Trevorrow along with Derek Connolly, and Rick Jaffa and Amanda Silver of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes — begins with the dinosaur themed amusement park dreamed of by John Hammond (Richard Attenborough from the first film) finally in place. It is a veritable Disney World, with rides, thrills, simulations, and animals up close and even personal. Considerable effort has gone into fitting the dinosaurs now identifiable because of the film’s predecessors into scenarios to thrill a child.
Yet, as Claire (Howard), who runs the park, and owner Simon Masrani (Irrfan Khan) realise, “dinosaurs don’t spell magic any more”. And much like any other enterprise, they need to innovate. Despite all the blood spilled so far, that leads them to tinker with dino genes to make a hybrid dubbed Indominus rex.