Jurassic World Rebirth, the review of the film

Look, another island! Just when you thought the saga of Jurassic Park It was exhausted, here is a new remote tropical place full of dinosaurs. What an incredible luck!

In Jurassic World Rebirth (in theaters on July 2) it is not only the island that is different, but also the dinosaurs. There are genetic hybrids that are around a place close enough to South America (when was the last time you saw a film briefly set in Suriname?) And a brand new group of people who are about to meet them. You seem to be a premise that is original to deserve yet another sequel to Jurassic Park? I wouldn’t say.

Rebirthdirected by Gareth Edwards on script of David Koeppthe original screenwriter of Jurassic Parkseems at least aware of one’s own redundancy. The film imagines a world that once had a subjection of dinosaurs, but which is now tired. The magic is vanished; The excess of offer has turned off any curiosity. This suggests an ironic meta-content of one’s superfluity by the film itself, which comes as a seventh chapter of a franchise which, although it has never been terrible, was certainly not able to find the amazement and suspense of the original of Steven Spielberg.

People will also be indifferent to the resurrected animals of Rebirthbut creatures can still bring great benefits to humanity. A kind of scientist, Henry (Jonathan Bailey), he thinks he has found a cure for heart disease, as long as he can get a vital blood sample from three living species of dinosaurs (one terrestrial, a navy and a steering wheel). To do this, he will have to go to an abandoned research center. So Martin (Rupert Friend), his benefactor perhaps not too generous, hires the expert mercenary of exfiltrations zora (Scarlett Johansson) to drive an expedition to a dangerous paradise near the equator, where most of the surviving dinosaurs live today.

It is a simple and linear structure, a three -level adventure as in the video games that brings everyone, together with the captain of the Duncan boat (Maershala ali), to crash on the island. Before landing, there are some exciting sequences on the water: a hunt on the lines of Moby Dick And The shark which constitutes the most frightening and compelling part of the film. In addition to having a natural talent for action, refined in many years of Marvel film, Johansson shows a spontaneous and lively understanding with Bailey and Ali. Koepp tries to add some nuances to the characters where the production house allows it to it, but abandoned almost all the attempt after the boat gets stuck to the shore.

To further humanize the action, the version of this TIM and Lex film of Jurassic Park: a teenage girl, Teresa (Blaise moon), his boyfriend a little intoned Xavier (David Iacono), his younger sister Isabella (Audrina Miranda) and his father Reuben (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo). When their shipwrecked sailboat are saved by Zora and the crew, and then be catapulted into their personal adventure of monstrous chaos on the island of terror. However, you never really have the feeling that they are in who knows what danger. Certainly the film does not would kill Really a member of this family, but it could at least threaten them a little more. There are no SUVs that precipitate from a cliff, nor electrical fences that start. This movie is more benevolent with his boys than the first was Jurassic Park with their own small protagonists.

This quiet atmosphere becomes more and more problematic as the film proceeds. There is nothing terribly urgent. The “changes” of the new genetically modified creatures (including one that recalls in all respects The return of the Jedi) They are boring and superfluous. Of course, a few mournful times are inserted, because it is now part of the standard formula of every script, but for the rest it is a decidedly little serious film. Edwards, a master of the images but perhaps less skilled as a narrator, manages to create some visually grandiose scenes (the night sequences are illuminated by splendid shades of color; our intrepid heroes are surrounded by a lush primordial flora), but you never really feel the feeling that there are real consequences, not even when Edwards proposes in a slightly gross way the splendid main theme of Jurassic Park of 1993 of the composer John Williamsin the vain hope of evoking the ghost of an ancient wonder.

The main effect of the film is that you leave the room with the desire to make a fresh and thirst -quenching Heineken beer, perhaps to send down a Salatino Lays or a delicious Snickers bar. And if you worry the breath that will come to you, why not refresh yourself with a Mentina Altoids, surprisingly strong? The inclusion of commercial products shows conspicuously, further aggravating the suspicion that it is more than a cynical attempt to make cash than a film made with some kind of creative mandate.

Nonetheless, in Rebirth There is still a little style of style and wit, and overall the interpretations of the actors are pleasant and engaging. On the market there are decidedly worst brand exploitation operations. But it is difficult to imagine the foundations on which an eighth film of the saga could rest. We abused the narrative cliché of the “new island”; We have already made the mainland invaded to dinosaurs a couple of times. We have seen long hills sprout from the grass. We have seen too many T. Rex launch themselves in pursuit of their prey. Now the bottom of the oceans has also been scraped. Maybe next time they could send some dinosaurs in space, where nobody can hear them roar. But it wouldn’t make much difference: by now, that roar is almost no longer seen.