Trevorrow does well to pull it off by keeping it simple. Time and again, the film also pays a tribute to the original, the rear view mirror shot being one of them. In toto, Jurassic Park delivers what it promises.

The big take away, apart from the large prehistoric action portions, from Jurassic World is that Chris Pratt is the new Harrison Ford. Heck he’s even dressed like a cross between Han Solo and Indiana Jones. And he’s motorcycling around the jungles of Jurassic World playing hero as if he were in a Jurassic edition of temple run.

…this state-of-the-art dino epic is also more than a blast of rumbling, roaring, “did you effing see that!” fun. It’s got a wicked streak of subversive attitude that goes by the name of Colin Trevorrow.

It has enough for the 13 year-olds in all age groups to embrace the dinos but it suffers from the similar corporate excess that it suggests to guard against.

Events move at a fast clip, the paleontology talk is kept to a minimum, the computer-generated effects are beautifully realised, and the characters perform their parts with the required efficiency. The raptors easily steal the show, especially in the sequence where they hurtle through the woods in pursuit of the Indominus rex, as ugly-cute as pit bulls.

Trevorrow’s hold on the proceedings is firm and it helps that the visual effects are absolutely first-rate. As the movie hurtles towards a massive climax that becomes a chance for at least one raptor to display admirable acting chops, it redeems itself and ends up becoming the best among the sequels in this franchise. However, in its effort to pay tribute, it misses out on the vital human touch that made ‘Jurassic Park’ one of the most enduring blockbusters in Hollywood history.

Spielberg is only the executive producer on Jurassic World, but the film, directed by Colin Trevorrow, is the logical extension of the position he’d taken all those years ago. If his Jurassic Park represented an exciting new world, this film shows how that world has been commoditized, packaged and served up as a McDino.

“Jurassic World,” the latest incarnation of the franchise, is lacking the deft sense of wonderment, wit and suspense that guided the original. Director Colin Trevorrow, who ended his first and only other feature, “Safety Not Guaranteed,” with a Spielbergian magical twist, has instead made a more biting thriller hung up on the corporate mandates of post-“JurassicPark” Hollywood.

Jurassic Park, if you can overlook the simplistic philosophical blather, was at the least an effective cautionary tale against messing with nature for profit. Its sequel, The Lost World, could also be seen in that light. In this film, the basic idea of producing dinosaurs in the lab to create a theme park gets an approval. The problem, the narrative seems to suggest, lies in billionaires wanting to milk the nature ‘too much’. It is about creating a Jurassic Park with a human face. This is definitely a change of philosophy.

Of course, watch the film once at least. Don’t miss the big screen experience. But spending on 3D or Imax? Don’t really see the point of watching in those formats. Very little actually takes your breath away to merit viewing in those formats. A word of clichéd advice: A little less conversation, lot more action please!

…is a perfectly passable blockbuster with a B-movie heart — but why on earth would you want to watch something so unremarkable when Mad Max: Fury Road is still in theatres and gets better on each viewing?

Culminating in an overlong, bloated climax of mass destruction, not unlike the ‘Transformers’ movies, ‘Jurassic World’ frankly delivers enough bang for your buck. Sure, I’d have liked to see more ‘implied danger’. Remember that scene from ‘Jurassic Park’ of a door handle being pushed down, suggesting that the raptors could open doors? But hey, 1993 is a long time gone and perhaps there’s little room for subtlety today.
It’s bigger and louder, and pretty good fun.

The effects are superb, the action is supersized and ultimately, if there is just one word that can describe this movie, that word would be ‘awesome’.

…had too many excuses to turn out badly. Instead, Colin Trevorrow manages to put together a film that’s equal parts entertaining and nostalgic. It may not be Jurassic Park, but this is as close as you could come to replicating it’s epicness in a sequel.

…won’t make you scream but thankfully it doesn’t make you yawn either. It just has enough of creatures to hold your attention.

Not as good as Jurassic Park, but still dazzles…

There’s a lot to marvel at in Colin Trevorrow’s Jurassic World — like Irrfan Khan’s strangely-accented English, the way Bryce Dallas Howard sprints through jungles in high heels without ever stumbling, and the countless cliches that litter the path to the film’s ginormous climax.
Trevorrow’s film brings back the dinosaurs and they are better than ever…

…will definitely entertain you after the last two extra, extra large and mildly disappointing sequels. This film definitely captures the Spielbergian factor of horror and wonderment, added with Trevorrow’s sense of self-reflecting humour and chaos. And in world of panic and joy, Trevorrow, Pratt and the monstrous Indominus Rex make quite a team.

Certain classics, novel and inventive, because of the eras they occupy, don’t need to be remade or franchised with similar strokes. Unless one redefines the grammar of its genre (‘Mad Max: Fury Road’), it makes no sense; like building the Titanic again and promising passengers a whiter iceberg. Even Indominus, a fair-complexioned creature who takes forward recent female-centric themes, would much rather stay in test tubes. While the nostalgic child in me is curious, the adult in me is disappointed.

Director Colin Trevorrow has done a commendable job by delivering this colossal project which is close to the original. The visuals which include CGI images, VFX and 3D effects are astonishing and the background score accentuates the viewing experience.