I went into Jurassic World with a sense of very, very, very, very, very cautious optimism. I am of the firm belief that Jurassic Park is one of the most perfect films ever made. Jurassic Park is art. It has everything. Excitement. Terror. Glistening, shirtless Jeff Goldblum. But previous sequel attempts have been, er, less than good, and the trailers’ emphasis on CGI effects over the practical puppetry that the original film did so well left me feeling cold.
Did this movie finally get the franchise back on track? Minor spoilers follow.