Two words that simultaneously evoke peril and pleasure, and reignite this 30 something-year-old’s teenage wonder at seeing “dinosaurs in action” for the very first time.
It was always going to be a battle for Jurassic World to compete with its 22-year-old predecessor (I’m not talking about The Lost World or Jurassic Park III here – at all), as we see in the film released to box office acclaim last week - bigger, better, “cooler” doesn’t always win.
Jurassic World’s trailer heralded a new era of dino resurrection - a flashy, no expense spared, futuristic park, with more than a whiff of Disneyland and Seaworld, and “that scene with the great white shark”.
It’s going to go off here and we all know it.
By default, I was always going to go and see this on the big screen, in 3D, and not complain about the £12.50 price tag.
Plot wise it starts off pretty lamely. Brothers Zack and Gray are sent to the infamous Isla Nublar to visit their aunt, who is the park’s operations manager.
A nicey nice family unit that looks like it’s being broken for the very first time.
Mum knows she’s taken a risk sending the kids off to an island full of cloned dinosaurs, but dad is fine about it. Obviously.
And so it begins. Aunt Claire has got work to do and the kids have pretty much a free reign of the facilities.
Co-written and directed by relative newcomer Colin Trevorrow (with help from executive director Steven Spielberg), the CGI is brain food to the highest degree.
We see children riding dinosaurs, petting them, going on rides around them.
They’ve even got baby Stegasaurus.
All very ordered and structured. Normal almost, perhaps even boring? Even T-Rex seems to be wearing a bit thin.
Then we’re treated to the breathtaking water-dwelling Mosasaurus drenching the audience as it launches itself vertically out of the pool to make a light snack out of Jaws.
Flip side we see super hunk Chris Pratt as Velociraptor trainer extraordinaire Owen Grady, the “alpha male” who is everything a semi intelligent, two metre high, 75 million year old bird could want in a leader.
But it’s the newfangled abomination that is Indominus Rex that very quickly establishes itself as “the one to watch” after it tricks everyone into thinking it has escaped its cage and begins the rampage.
This creature is not messing around. With the ability to merge into any background and pick off, well, anything it wants, the park very quickly descends into chaos.
Into the mix comes military man Hoskins, who is intent on using the trained raptors for military purposes, deciding the ensuing carnage is a perfect training ground for them.
Re-enter aunt Bryce Dallas Howard (aunt Claire) who manages to keep her heels on throughout the film, summon her inner commando, and join forces with her unlikely future husband Grady to restore order.
Once it gets going and disbelief is suspended, the film is just brilliant. It even parodies itself cleverly on a number of occasions with its comparisons to the original.
As if to say, what exactly did you expect here?
And the ending, though completely ridiculous, should bring a shiver down the spine of die-hard Park fans, and a light-hearted chuckle to those who consider themselves to have grown up.
John Williams’ original score is used perhaps a little excessively at times, though it’s always great to hear, and, unfortunately, the cheese factor is ramped up pointlessly in places. It’s a 12A, so beware if your child is a bit sensitive, as, well, people die.
What about T-Rex, I hear you say? If you’re a fan of him...then Jurassic World is well worth a watch - just for his cameo appearance.