Friday, August 28, 2015

An Indominus Follow Up

I posted a little while ago about my insanely juvenile adoration of dinosaurs. 

Tonight, I finally got to see Jurassic World. 

The only reason I didn't see the midnight premiere was Husband. He wanted to be there to witness the glorious sight known as me geeking out about dinosaurs. 

I had read reviews and blog posts and Facebook statuses dealing from "THAT WAS AWESOME!" to "WHAT A WASTE OF TIME AND MONEY!"

Well, I'm here now to give you the penultimate review of Jurassic World:

I can die happy.

 The one and only* thing I would change is lowering the bass on the T Rex roar so you can hear that iconic symphony resonate in your heart and take you back to a time when neckerchiefs were cool and they "spared no expense". 

*i would also add in a little topless Chris Pratt, but that's just extra.
                 
               No...not...not that. 


Don't look at me like that, just take off your shirt. 

This movie had all the Dino DNA I could have ever asked for in a film. The nods to the original movie throughout were an awesome touch and it contained juuuust the right amount of raptor glory. 

Raptors are my favorite. I love the sound they make, the way they move, the intelligence, and how frickin AWESOME they are! 

I've decided that all I want before I die is for a raptor to look at me with the same respect it gave Chris Pratt. 


Husband even tried to take pictures of me sitting on the edge of my chair, leaning forward, and grinning like its Christmas. 

Thankfully the theatre was too dark, so you'll just have to use your imagination. 

I will address the one thing most reviewers had issue with. The main girl, Claire, wearing heels through the whole movie. 

"It's sexist!"
"It's cliche!"
"It's unrealistic!"

Are you aware that Chris Pratt is riding a motorcycle with a pack of raptors as they hunt down a GMO dinosaur even Monsanto wouldn't touch?

 I don't think realistic was their intention...

Personally, I love that she wore those pumps and sprinted from a T Rex while flawlessly wielding a lit flare. Sexist that a businesswoman wore heels? Give me a break. 

I'm not lining up for the first boat to Isla Nublar, but I am pre ordering the BluRay.