Hell and consternation, dinosaurs are everywhere, they’re not scary anymore, nobody cares. Continuation and end of the trilogy started with Jurassic World who, under a gleaming postmodern exterior (you can buy anything! the world is a supermarket!), ransacked the legacy of the original Spielbergian at all costs. In the first part, we didn’t care about dinos in an amusement park. In the second, they were left to die en masse. In the third, they’ve taken over our world and aren’t even deemed Instagram worthy anymore. After an exhibition scene that Colin Trevorrow doubtless dreamed of being equivalent to that of the Robocop the verhoeven, Jurassic World: The World After (French title smarter than it seems) embarks on a long episode of a TV series circa 1986 type Riptideweighed down by weak dialogues and appalling reverse shots that make all the actors, the good ones (Laura Dern) as well as the bad ones (Chris Pratt), look like sitcom characters from the world before.
Appalled by the return of the mummies from Jurassic Park original, we certainly stabilize in a corner of the head that it is not so bad, the idea of a world prey to a surplus of animal diversity rather than the opposite but no, even that, Trevorrow does not care carre, prefers to look elsewhere, even goes so far as to invent another threat than dinosaurs to be sure of missing his subject. Nothing to say, nothing to show, humanity full of hubris is still and always well caught, but it is especially Hollywood which traps itself to believe itself smarter by devoting trilogies of super expensive films to comment on their own inanity.