“These people never learn.” Jurassic World’s sermon on the mount is spoken as almost an afterthought by a helpless supporting character frustrated by the chaos and idiocy that surrounds him. No one hears his words (except the knowing audience), and this is exactly the point. In a series of films about the horrors of gene splicing and human ego, why would common sense be relevant now?
Director Colin Trevorrow (Safety Not Guaranteed) understands how sequels work. It’s not about reinventing the wheel but watching the wheel careen through familiar narrative territory, this time on fire. With Jurassic World, he manipulates such a framework to casually expose Hollywood’s ham-fisted and exploitative tactics toward audience development. Much like the denizens of the super-successful theme park in this latest Jurassic entry, we sit in Plato’s cave with a barbaric need to see something bigger and longer, with more cutting.