“The park is open. Blaring the magnificence of composer John Williams’ Jurassic Park theme, the sights begin dropping in droves. There’s Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville in the corner. A licensed gift shop to the left. Corporately named restaurants following up the street. Coupled with the identifiable theme, Jurassic World seems to be celebrating itself. How odd.
That is corporate culture though. Bloated, self-indulgent. “Look what we made with our money.” Jurassic Park is like that. Here’s a CG dinosaur eating someone. We made that. Here’s another. Made that one too. Cost a ton, spared no expense. It’s a rally of reptile feasting and human bloodshed. In short, two full hours of extinct, digitally formed creatures munching on an island of tourists, including those who wish to save their $20 booze while being dive bombed by Pteranodons.”