I wanted to watch the chick flick. It’s the third movie in a science-fiction series that wasn’t meant to be a trilogy, and it was directed by someone new. That, right there, tells me all I need to know.
But, still, I watched it, because my date wanted to see it, and I didn’t feel like forcing him to see “Legally Blonde.”
I think this movie could have been really good if it had made a decision. It needed to decide to be (a) a creature feature where the monsters chase people around and occasionally eat them, or (b) the sort of film that uses fictional situations to explore philosophical questions regarding science and the human condition. Instead, it took the worst parts of both movies and smashed them together until everything got squishy and stopped making sense, kind of like that metaphor.
There were too many loose ends. How did Billy get rescued before them? He was injured, so couldn’t have swam THAT fast. Explain the differences between the two different types of raptors at some point, please. Yes, I imagine the colorful ones were male or something, but still. A little acknowledgment by the characters that “hey, those dinosaurs look different” would be nice. Why is it that during the Lost World no one noticed this dinosaur that was larger than the T-rex and, for some strange reason, was territorial towards this entirely different species and would come running at the scent of tyrannosaurus urine? Just what freaky things WERE they doing on that island? We see the lab, we see dinosaurs in glass tubes, and the question is never answered.
I’m pretty sure there was a human skull in the pteronadon nest, too. How did it get there? In the last movie, nobody found the bird cage, and I can’t imagine the workers on the island were stupid enough to go in there. Then, there was the fact that this extremely fragile flying reptile was capable of picking up a large twelve-year-old boy and flying with him. The boy was larger than the pteronadon’s body, and about as long as a third of the wingspan, at least. This would be analogous to a small brown bat flying around holding a mouse, or a condor picking up a dog and taking off.
It was entertaining, but not worth the 90 minutes of my life.