We gave it a C-
It’s gotten to the point where using any old excuse to get a bunch of people on an island ruled by testy dinosaurs is no longer good enough. In Jurassic Park, the first ”JP” flick not directed by Steven Spielberg, Sam Neill’s paleontologist is lured back to help rescue the young son of a hapless divorced couple (Téa Leoni and William H. Macy, clearly sucking it up to subsidize his indie work). The big draw of these movies has always been the dinos, but audiences have become so used to the idea of digital beasties that they no longer hold the power to shock or awe. Instead, we’re left with a purely by-the-numbers exercise, with fake lizards, fake thrills, and a fake soul.