I do love creature features. Since Jaws, Spielberg had a real knack for orchestrating in bringing out our primal fear of getting eaten alive by another animal. Even though it was a kid's movie, Jurassic Park brought out the same fear in me. No Peter Jackson or others have managed to do that. Jurassic world brings this back effectively- this time in 3D. Existing within the realm of Jurassic Park universe, Jurassic World winks at that narrow (or big) pool of now grown up audience who remember fondly about the first one some 20 years ago, about how jaded we are. What's actually more jaded is the presence of a ridiculously brawny, tanned Ken doll hero and an extremely pale woman in high-heels and a white skirt in a rumble in the jungle chase in Costa Rica. Still, Jurassic World manages to dig up that visceral feeling Spielberg first instilled in us. There were a lot of kids crying in fear (produced few wet pants too, I'm sure) in theaters.
Somehow, after all that advancement in CG technology, things seem oddly flat and unreal (even the greeneries). Only possible animatronics is in a dying unidentifiable dino that looked half baked ET. But what the hell, it was entertaining.
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