Extinct.

It shouldn’t be this hard to make these movies good.

Let’s cut to the chase: this is not a good film. The most frustrating thing is that in the seventh Jurassic film’s few flashes of originality and humour, when Gareth Edwards gets a tiny chance to do something that hasn’t been rigorously organised on a flashcard board for six months by a committee of test audience clipboard-holding film execs, it’s *very* good. But there’s no metaphorical amber here to defy the laws of narrative physics to preserve it, and suddenly it’s gone, red-lit smoke in the darkness, disappearing back into the forest.

And onto the next flash card.

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