There's less teeth and more roar, and all the roar comes down to form a big sack of cheesy thrills and popcorn fun. I am sorry to report, but Jurassic World is a humongous disappointment. Even though anything I say here will not mean anything as the film will make copious amount of money at the box-office. But someone needs to govern the cause of calling this catastrophic mess what it really is: A big, clumsy, cheese-ball that has all ingredients of greatness but even with 4 writers on board, couldn't cook up a film that can be even called a 'great-monster-film.'

While Jurassic World is far better than the third Jurassic Park film and Star-Lord (Chris Pratt) does his very best in bringing out his A-game, its eventually the stupid writers who are to be blamed. Yes I know the film is meant to be enjoyed, yes I know I have no right to hurt all those people who used to shit their pants back in 1993 and just can't say anything wrong about what the film is; it doesn't cover up the fact that the film has a premise and a screenplay that could have been written by a five-year old playing with his monsters in a kindergarten classroom.

Jurassic World relies far too heavily on the tried and true and decidedly cliched plot points of a monster movie. From its young protagonists Gray and Zach (Simpkins and Robinson), who are vacationing in the allegedly “safe” corporate theme park run by our very own Irrfan Khan with an even stupider Saudi/Iranian (or whatever the fuck it was) fake accent. To the very stupid Beth (Bryce Dallas Howard) who runs things over at the park, and also runs all through the film in her high-heels. Only when things can't get even more unintentionally funny: she has a change of heart almost half way through the film, instantly.

Then there's Wilson Fisk (Vincent D'Onofrio) doing his own funny bit of being an asshole. But primitively its the dinosaurs whom Mr. Spilberg made us love that are the baddies. The film tries hard to get you to love a few of them, but except for a scene or two everything else feels so washed-out of human or animal emotions that you don't give two shits about it, sooner or later.

Talking about the 'Oh Waooh' factor, this monster film does have its moments. Somewhere in the first half I found my jaw-hanging when the Indominus rex; a playful, intelligent and over-all destructive dinosaur gets away from the leash. But these moments come up randomly and the homage that director Colin Trevorrow wishes to give to the age old franchise don't hit the right spot. I still remember cheering up in joy when I was a kid. Jurassic Park films have a huge impact on me and while I was never expecting anything similar here, the film plays with your emotions of getting there, and never getting there almost simultaneously. Which makes this even less appreciable with every passing second.

The comic relief from the mayhem is quite good and Chris Patt tries real hard to make this one work but when you simply don't have intelligent people in the writing room its destined to be a train-wreck.

There's a scene in the film where a small velociraptors runs towards a bigger one trying to help him out. I wouldn't lie but the way this specific scene has been portrayed, takes you back to the old Suraj Barjatiya films where the family dog runs in slow-mo on seeing that the master of the house is back home. There's another one where a dinosaur looks at his human-alpha and almost gestures saying "I got this under-control." Its moments like these which make you love the film for all the wrong reasons and that's not what I expected from the film.

Final Verdict: Jurassic World is an enjoyable fest for the first timers, specially the kids. For others it has moments of joy and moments of utter stupidity. Watch it at your own risk, you might end up enjoying it for all the wrong reasons.


(ALSO PUBLISHED IN JAM MAGAZINE)