Jurassic World is a pleasant afternoon/evening at the movies. It breaks no new ground, has nothing of particular importance to say, and if you saw the first two movies it’s clear that the formula is kept safely intact. Of course Chris Pratt is engaging to watch—it’s been a blast to watch the actor become a superstar before the audience’s collective eyes. The scene where he stops a multiple Velociraptor attack with some training, an outstretched hand and the force of his personality is alone worth admission.
I could go over the plot, but why bother? Man messes with nature, people run screaming, nature eats him. No surprises here. The movie is neither a mortal danger to hard-won women’s rights (as asserted by Chicken Little Joss Whedon) or a bloody gore-fest. This is just a two-hour window where you can turn off your brain, munch on some popcorn and enjoy some PG-13 chills with your family. Jurassic World is nothing more than fun, big-budget escapism. And sometimes that’s all right.
Rating: *** out of 5 stars