The script (by Crichton and David Koepp) is still burdened with vintage Spielberg kids in peril and melodramatic flourishes. Having Wayne Knight of TV’s “Seinfeld” as the greedy programmer who sets the chaos in motion is comically too “on the nose.”
But casting Bob Peck as the gamekeeper and “Great White Hunter” because of his shared silhouette with the velociraptors he so admires was inspired. The frights still work, super sized and turned into 3-D for your viewing and recoiling-from-the-screen pleasure. It’s not nearly as scary on TV as it is in theaters.
If anything, science has closed the gap from the impossible to the merely improbable in the 20 years since this movie reminded us of “When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth.” Australians are close to bringing back a recently-extinct species of frog, and others are working to bring back the day when dodos ruled the earth.
Good idea? Maybe to some. But that’s where Jeff Goldblum comes in handy. Nobody explained the improbable, and the risks involved in it, like Goldblum’s Dr. Malcolm.
“Oh, yeah. ‘Oooh, ahhh,’ that’s how it always starts. Then later there’s running and screaming.”