It's not that I regret seeing Jurassic World. Wife wanted to see it and I wanted to indulge her, and after we had watched the movie we set into it with our claws, tearing it into juicy ribbons that served us as the dinner component of the evening.
Jurassic World was bad. It was baad. It was baaaaaaaaaaaad. But what's more, it seemed convinced, on every level of subtext, that it should not exist. Half a dozen conversations in the movie follow the same basic structure:
Guy 1: We wanted to do something interesting with real dinosaurs but the banal masses only want stupid things, so we mashed together a bunch of dinosaurs to build the Awesomesauce Rex.
Guy 2: That's terrible and an affront to everything I thought this franchise stood for. Why couldn't we just leave well enough alone?
Guy 1: We would but we have a directive from corporate to blindly chase profits until the whole enterprise falls down around our ears.
Guy 2: Welp.
I couldn't help but notice that Universal Pictures is now "A Comcast Company," yet one of the park folks name-drops Verizon as their corporate sponsor for the new "dinosaur." Make of that what you will.
No comments :
Post a Comment