At once touted as the greatest in the series, then mentioned
under the Battlefield Earth light, Jurassic Park 3 is a fairly
touted controversy amongst popular film critics. Some believe
it’s charm to lie in the b-movie vein, while others realize
this not. I for one, am of two minds. One, I could be brave
and skewer this horrible movie as it righteously deserves, or
I myself could submit to the subtle implications of this ineptly
staged disaster and love it for the very reason it should
be condemned. While such an action has palpable reason
when mentioned in the context of a discussion on POTA or even
American Pie 2, when applied to Jurassic Park 3 it seems like
little more than a sad, sorry excuse.
Initiating on an adventuristic high note, Jurassic Park 3
leads it’s viewers down the path of predictability; guiding
their hands through the proceedings all the while hollering
at the supposed naivety of the audience. It’s paced like
a plodding brachiosaur, hovering around suicide-inducing
and surprisingly short to boot (a scant 90 minute affair).
Filmed with an obvious lack of Spielberg, it misses the
position on the upper echelon of cinema that it’s predecessors
enjoyed.
Despite a futile cast and sad, wretched little script that
can’t decide whether it’s fabricating a mystery or all out
action film, Jurassic Park 3 intends to woo you with
it’s unique blend of slapshot filming and to this degree, it
is a success. The action and computer graphics generated
dinos certainly amount to something, yet there’s the omnipotent
feel I get from viewing this prototypical summer hackjob
that, with help from a different director that’s off butchering
Kubrick’s decade-old misery AI, JP3 could have been the same
wonderous amalgam of plot, character and action that helped
rank it’s prequels as some of the top of their kind in the
nineties.