Jurassic World — film review

The Jurassics are back. It’s ages since they had us round for dinner. In Jurassic World, to make up, they have us for breakfast and lunch as well.

A non-starry cast — the only stellar face that of Bryce Dallas Howard as the park-boss aunt of two kid brothers (Nick Robinson, Ty Simpkins) adventure-weekending on Isla Nubar — screams, runs, gets attacked or eaten. The new generation of designer dinos wreaks havoc in a giant amusement ground.

Enhanced by 3D, the digitised effects are fantastic. A mass pterosaur breakout replays Hitchcock’s The Birds with metre-long beaks. Rip-roaring fights between mega-beasts alternate with “now you see it, now you don’t” scare sequences of jungle-ambush menace.

The music and camerawork go up, up and away whenever Olympian overviews are needed to vary ground-zero fright feasts. This is as good as Jurassic cinema gets. Until it gets better next time.