JURASSIC PARK THE LOST WORLD

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Boring Roaring.

Unnecessary.

That’s the word that comes to mind during Steven Spielberg’s THE LOST WORLD JURASSIC PARK, the insipid followup to his mighty JURASSIC PARK (1993).

In a fit of George Lucas-oid storytelling (i.e. Making It Up As He Goes Along), we are reintroduced to Hammond (Richard Attenborough, usually a paragon of filmic integrity, probably filling this pedestrian cameo to finance GANDHI II: DHOTI MASSACRE), the industrialist behind Jurassic Park (whose character actually dies in the Michael Crichton book, Jurassic Park, therefore is not featured in Crichton’s literary sequel, The Lost World). And Hammond lets fly with exposition piled on rationalization piled on piles of dino dropping…

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Been a few years since the incidents at Jurassic Park and Hammond is now a sniveling naturalist trying to preserve his OTHER island of dinosaurs from industrialists who want to cash in on it (like, uh, himself from the previous movie). Cos this other island called Site B is where the dinosaurs were really bred, see, before being transported to Jurassic Park, see; and for the sake of getting people on the island for some Running and Screaming, Hammond has sent a research team comprised of mismatched actors (Julianne Moore, Vince Vaughn and Richard Schiff). Jeff Goldblum as chaotician Ian Malcolm, raises the pertinent question to Hammond, as to how there are still dinos running around if he bred them “lysine deficient,” to which Hammond looks up his Hollywood One-Liner Plot Fix Manual and replies, “Yes, but they’re flourishing – that’s one of a thousand questions I want answered by the team.”

Let it be known: JURASSIC PARK II was not made for its story (which departs from the book in the worst ways), nor for art, nor for fans, nor for enjoyment, purely for dirty profit. At the risk of sounding like Eric Cartman, dare we rename Spielberg’s sequel JEW-RASSIC PARK?

So what are you waiting for, Steven – let’s see some dinosaurs. Still committed to some bare vestige of storytelling (maybe because David Koepp wrote the screenplay – sorry, ‘butchered’ is more appropriate), Spielberg gives us even more crammed exposition. There’s Schiff’s “high hide” (a useless piece of elevated cage that serves ABSOLUTELY NO PURPOSE); there’s Vaughn’s backstory about being in Greenpeace for the chicks; there’s Malcolm’s black daughter, Kelly (Vanessa Lee Chester), in whom we presume Malcolm’s white genes decided to skip a generation (even in trying to do the right thing – by showing us an interracial child – the filmmakers cast a kid as dark as the offspring of a Namibian princess and Barack Obama Sr.).

Even throwing down his best Jeff Goldblum impressions, Jeff Goldblum still can’t stop this dino mound getting higher by the minute. By the time we actually reach the island, we’re trying to tunnel our way out.

This time, the wonder of the dinosaurs lasts even less time than in JURASSIC PARK, before they are objectified and then turned into villains. During the first fantastic stegosaur encounter (with a very fake baby stego), through everyone’s gasps Malcolm actually remarks, “Oh yeah. Oooh, ahhh, that’s how it always starts. Then later there’s running and screaming.”

He actually uses my clinical definition of this fallback position for when ideas run dry: Running and Screaming. I oughta trademark that. A million trashy “horror” movies will owe me a big dime.

The Corporate bad guys arrive on the heels of Malcolm’s research team, led by Great White Hunter Roland Tembo (Pete Postlethwaite – eternally 50) and slimy lawyer Arliss Howard. Lots of running dinosaurs. Capturing, mistreating, head-butting, ropes and jeeps and struggling corythosaurs. Oh my.

Pete Postlethwaite’s energetic missing scene is indicative of this film’s problem: the theatrical release does not show Roland coming to the aid of a waitress at a tourist bar, knocking out a guy half his age with one hand tied behind his back. He does this not for honor, but because he’s bored. It is a great insight into his character. And the scene is cut. In favor of Running and Screaming. Doesn’t that tell anyone with a whit of knowledge on story construction where this film derailed? After he bags the tyrannosaur, Roland disappears from the script.

Storyline so contrived, most of it is from JURASSIC PARK. Especially that “trailer-dangling-over-the-precipice” gag. Yawn. This overwrought sequence gives us yet another reason to dislike Mr. Spielberg, as innocuous Mr. Schiff tries valiantly to pull the dangling trailers up onto solid ground and is rewarded for his troubles by being eaten. Pulled apart by two tyrannosaurs! After all its cringeworthy humor and ratcheting tension, the movie pays off this supposedly thrilling sequence by killing the only likeable minor character. Now that was unnecessary.

(The opening scene in this movie is actually the opening scene of the book, Jurassic Park, where a rich family dines on a deserted beach and the little girl stumbles on a compsognathus herd.)

There is much science in Crichton’s didactic book; in the movie, the most science that occurs is watching Julianne Moore try to act.

THE LOST WORLD JURASSIC PARK is centered around plopping a tyrannosaur in the middle of San Diego. Spielberg’s own confession. Which explains the half-baked, hurried and insubstantial dinosaur scenes on the island. More plagiarism, as the tyrannosaur arrives in Los Angeles like Dracula – aboard a ship with all the crew dead. The beast is still locked in the hold, which begs begs begs the question on how it ate everyone and managed to lock itself back in the hold.

After Spielberg satiates his jones on stupid T. rex gags around Diego, it is captured by Goldblum and Moore and put back on the ship. Final scene is a stinker of the highest proportions, as a conga line of herbivores walks beside a conga line of carnivores as if neither can see the other. It is unbelievably incognizant.

The only reason this movie scores at all is the “realism” of its dinos. They’re the best cybertronic and CGI animal whores that money can buy.

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JurassicParkTheLostWorld_titleJURASSIC PARK THE LOST WORLD (May 1997)
aka: THE LOST WORLD JURASSIC PARK.
aka: JURASSIC PARK 2, JP II.
Director: Steven Spielberg.
Writers: Michael Crichton, David Koepp.
Music: John Williams.
Starring: Jeff Goldblum, Richard Attenborough, Julianne Moore, Vince Vaughn, Pete Postlethwaite, Arliss Howard, Richard Schiff, Peter Stormare, Harvey Jason., Vanessa Lee Chester.
RATINGS-05 imdb
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