I don't watch much tv. I don't watch many movies either. In fact, when it comes to common, popular entertainment… doohickeys… I'm about 20 years behind the curve.
When I was a little girl, my all-time favorite movie was Jurassic Park. Who he fuck am I kidding? it's still my all-time favorite movie. (I got to see it in theaters not too long ago, and it was amazing. It was a private showing, and I screamed so many times.)
I love the original one the most, although I did enjoy the two sequels. But, in 1993, I fell in love with Raptors. (Utah Raptors… I know they have a proper name, but screw it. Utah Raptors. I don't mind them calling them Velociraptors in the movies, but the real ones were about knee high, although they did share many similarities to what is portrayed in the movie.)
I love Raptors. I love them with the fiery passion of a thousand supernova. I love them so much that I'm seriously considering finding raptor plushes and scattering them around my kitchen as a warning against other predators near my primary source of food.
I also seriously adore Chris Pratt as an actor, so, Jurassic World has been one of the best things to happen since, I don't know, my marriage and the first film.
I went into Jurassic World figuring I would love it. I mean, it's one of my favorite franchises ever. I like Jurassic Park more than I like Star Wars and Guardians of the Galaxy. I've been waiting for the park to open since 1993.
The movie surpassed my expectations.
The human leads were fantastic–but the real stars of this movie were the dinosaurs, just as it should be. The plot is what you want from a Jurassic Park film. Dinosaurs are supposed to eat people. Dinosaurs are supposed to start eating people pretty quickly. Really cool dinosaurs eating people is why I wanted to see this film.
I was not disappointed. If anything, I was blown away by the fact that these dinosaurs weren't just hungry predators. They were intelligent and hungry predators. There was no humans being ultra smarter than the dinosaurs. The dinosaurs were legitimate.
They had feelings. Well, some of them did. Some just want to kill you and eat your internal organs. Those are feelings, right? They are!
The Raptors were my favorite part of this movie. They have names. Each one has a distinctive personality.
At one point, I was shrieking raptor names in the theatre. I am going to make the assumption my friends were embarrassed to have any association with me, especially at that one point when that one thing happened.
The movie was true to the original movie in so many ways. There are hundreds of easter eggs in the film. There are references to all three movies. There are tiny little details that will make you walk down memory lane, if you're observant and look for them. There were moments where the film simply paused, allowing for those wows to kick in. There were moments where the entire theatre burst into giggles and woos and similar things, all because we got to see something really fucking cool or that we were caught by surprised–or taken on a trip on the Way Back When machine.
And the first time they play the original Jurassic Park theme, it is glorious. You might want to conduct with the music.
The Park is Open.
Buckle in, it's a wild ride. This movie is fun. It's ridiculous. It only takes itself so seriously, marrying the comedic wonders of the original with the thrills and chills of really cool dinosaurs eating people.
I am leaving you with one spoiler and one spoiler alone. The movie ends with the T-Rex roaring.
I think I'll go see it a couple of more times before it leaves theatre. Then I'll buy it and watch it over and over and over again.
Because dinosaurs. And Chris Pratt. And Chris Pratt being awesome with dinosaurs.
P.S.: Blue is my favorite raptor.