I loved virtually every minute of the first "Jurassic Park," including
the parts other people hated. The slow build-up to the arrival on the
island - loved it. The awestruck paleontologists gaping at dinosaurs
with the Official Steven Spielberg Look of Wonder - loved it. The
animated mascot explaining the cloning process - loved it. I admit the
scene where the little boy gets zapped off the top of an ultra
high-voltage electric fence and recovers almost instantly was a bit
much, and the ending was flat, but the magic and majesty of the
production more than made up for the flaws.
Like many fans, I was disappointed with "The Lost World: Jurassic Park."
The T-Rex assault at cliff's edge was incredible, but the overall dark
tone was draining and I hated the Godzilla-Lite finale. Which brings us
to "JP3." Memories of the original had me juiced for big dino-fun, while
thoughts of the sequel kept my expectations sufficiently low. I was
Joe Johnston takes the directorial rein from Spielberg and "Jurassic
Park III" starts off great, with the welcome return of Sam Neill as
grouchy Dr. Alan Grant (Laura Dern even pops up briefly as retired
paleobotanist Ellie Sattler). Decked out in an Indiana Jones hat, Neill
sets the tone for what looks to be a smart, solid story, giving an
assured performance. But once the cast lands on Isla Sorna, the
mysterious second island that appeared out of nowhere in "The Lost
World," the action ratchets up while the intelligence goes down. The
bulk of the 92 minutes consists of people running from a wide variety of
dinosaurs until all of the sudden. everything wraps up quickly and
neatly in a cop-out ending.
I still had fun, though. To put it in thrill ride terminology, "Jurassic
Park" felt like an entire tour of the world's best amusement park
condensed into two hours, "The Lost World" felt like a trip on a big,
creaky wooden roller coaster and "JP3" feels like a spin on a smooth
steel coaster without inversions. At no point does any scene in the film
approach the tension of the T-Rex or raptor attacks from the other
movies, but the production moves fast enough to provide some breezy
Here's the set-up. In the eight years since the original debacle in
Jurassic Park, funding for dinosaur research has grown scarce, forcing
men like Dr. Grant to plead for money before unsympathetic ears. Enter
husband and wife adventurers Paul (William H. Macy) and Amanda (Tea
Leoni) Kirby, offering a blank check if Grant will serve as tour guide
for an aerial pass over Isla Sorna. Grudgingly, he accepts, bringing his
protégé Billy Brennan (Alessandro Nivola) along to see the big lizards.
But wait, it's all bullshit! The Kirbys are actually a middle class
divorced couple searching for their 14-year-old son Eric (Trevor
Morgan), who disappeared on the island while vacationing with Amanda's
boyfriend. The distraught parents keelhaul Grant believing that his
knowledge of the dinosaur habitat will allow him to navigate the land
and rescue the boy, forgetting that Grant wasn't in the sequel and thus
never visited Isla Sorna.
That oversight is merely the first dopey trickle in what becomes a
torrential downpour of stupidity. Freshly stranded in predator-central,
Amanda immediately starts calling her son's name over a megaphone. When
a T-Rex faces the group and Grant firmly states, "Don't move a muscle,"
everyone else in the expedition runs like hell. Billy, a trainee of Dr.
Grant, steals some eggs from the fiercely protective raptors.
Incidentally, you'll be happy to know that, while the human IQs plummet,
the raptors just keep getting smarter, now displaying the ability to
verbally communicate with each other. Maybe they should have written the
Luckily, the dim-witted Homo sapiens have other gifts. For example,
Billy can take a damaged parachute and turn it into a fully functioning
parasail, all while being chased by blood thirsty animals. And all the
strandees have some sort of internal radar enabling them to find lost
colleagues on the vast isle as if they were two or three aisles away at
the local Wal-Mart.
A word on the visuals. The special effects here are the weakest in the
series. Things look good for the most part, but too often the computer
graphics are obvious and the animatronic critters look like puppets. And
I won't even start on the chintzy matte paintings or the lame
blue-screen work during the early parasailing shots.
Yet I still had fun. Despite the idiotic people, the absurd level of
coincidence, the spotty special effects and the lazy ending, I still
liked "Jurassic Park III." Maybe I was just in the mood for silly, fast
paced summer fun. Or maybe my IQ is dropping too.
Copyright © 2001 Edward Johnson-Ott