Small Talk

The Jurassic World Edition

Despite an earnest man-crush on the ever handsome Chris Pratt I’ve got a slight confession to make over the new Jurassic World movie as we get ever closer to its launch: the more I see the less I care.

Part of my issue, the over-saturation of spoiler-esqe trailers that have all but ruined any sense of surprise, are part of the larger disease of modern cinema as each released bit is over-engineered with the goal of virality. And perhaps on a more personal level I think that Chris Pratt is going to be typecast for his charm, leading me to having an aversion of Chris Pratt saturation.

Thanks to trailers we already know that dinosaurs are going to be communicating and for some reason it’s because humans are going to engineer the most human thinking dinosaur that’s going to be a killing machine. The idea that we create one dinosaur that goes apeshit, is that compelling enough to keep me engaged?

Not really.

Because this is the era where every movie is no longer self-contained but rather built into the idea of a larger franchise. We may see some kids get killed along the way, but the endgame is fairly predictable. Chris Pratt and the red-head will probably end up having sexy time, the dinosaur will be stopped only to come back at a later time (if not its offspring), the military will fail, Chris Pratt will win and for some reason that giant aquatic dinosaur will probably tie into the larger plot to kill the murderous dinosaur.