6/10
There's a new bird in town...
4 February 2020
Warning: Spoilers
It's back to the original now abandoned island for Sam Neill, having missed the situation in San Diego and not regretting it, but instantly regretting his agreement to go there thanks to the generous offer of William Macy. Neill thinks that they are just circling the island, but when they land, he's furious. There's something there now bigger than a T-Rex, and the fear on the face of the first victim displays great panic. That leads to their plane crashing and thus stranding them there. A rolling plane that's lost its front and back is merely like a rubber ball for a dinosaur nearly twice the size of a T-Rex, and the battles between it and other dinosaurs are fierce.

It turns out that Macy and his ex-wife (Téa Leoni) are searching for their son (Trevor Morgan) who disappeared paragliding and used Neill to get to the island. It's a pretty lame set-up but the thrills are still quite potent. No sooner do they escape the raptors and the mega dino, they have to face a dinosaur that only made a cameo previously: a pterodactyl! The flying carnivore only wants to feed her babies so you can't blame her, but the chase sequence in the giant bird cage (not seen in the first film) is scary and silly with some special effects that are as unbelievable as those used in "The Day After Tomorrow" and "2012". It is obvious that there is somebody other than Steven Spielberg in the director's chair even though Spielberg was producing.

Poor Michael Jeter gets the worst of it here, but I could have had his story over the dull family soap opera that dominates a lot of films like this. Macy is completely irritating, and Leoni's character is ridiculously stupid. Young Trevor Morgan comes off a lot better than his parents, maybe a metaphor for the fact that even the nasty man-eaters are better parents than humans. Alessandro Nivola does make a likable secondary hero even though he was the one who stole the raptor's eggs which could have lead to some chomping conclusions.

Maybe one day we'll get a Jurassic Park that deals with the vegetarians that isn't as lame as the 1985 pre-"Jurassic Park" film "Baby". This one culminates with a ringing cellphone pulled out of dino dung and Neill forced to talk on it. I can just hear the eew's coming from the theater with that visual, but fortunately, I can't describe the film as that unfortunate substance that they had to investigate. The ending is one of those where the audience exclaims "Oh I can't believe they did that!".
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