WORK – Cretaceous Cretins
Four years after the destruction of Isla Nublar, dinosaurs are now part of the daily life of all humanity. A fragile balance that will challenge the domination of the human species now that it must share its space with the fiercest creatures that history has ever known.
Torching with the promise made at the end of Fallen Kingdom and metastasized by the worst tares of the Hollywood blockbuster today, this Jurassic Portnawak that begins as a Fast & Furious driven by James Bond before manoeuvring to a stupid remake of the Part one « Boosted » to the dishonest fan-service, is a cinematic mess where dinosaurs, very badly exploited and as frightening as a Chihuahua at a Chanel parade, do nothing but figurative (while they are numerous) in an absurd mountain.
The intrigue is off-topic, the screenplay facilities as big as an Indominus Rex doped with growth hormone, the flat staging as possible, the indigent rhythm, the scenes of action in autopilot, the characterization of absent characters (the old ones have not evolved in almost 30 years), the actors at the pick-up (poor Jeff Goldblum), the suspense and tension in the process of extinction, the cult scenes imagined by Spielberg singed without an ounce of talent and worse than anything, knowing that the film is based only on them, the quality of the regularly defective special effects (between inlays and blurred textures).
Disenchanted and disincarnated, this patchwork badly jerked from the saga is a scam where emptiness and stupidity triumph over everything else. Too old for this shit? Maybe!