What can you do when the magic is gone? Hopefully nothing. But when a studio puts out a movie that becomes the highest-grossing film of all time, you just know the sequel is coming at some point. It's just the way the industry works. Steven Spielberg steps behind the camera for the second time in the "Jurassic Park" series, wildly shying away from the book by Michael Crichton, but comes out with an uneven film that fails to recreate the experience of it's predecessor.
After the financial disaster that was Jurassic Park, John Hammond (Richard Attenborough) sends a crew to document the second island of the project, Site B, which has flourished without human contact. Ian Malcom (Jeff Goldblum) is again brought into the mix after his girlfriend Sarah Harding (Julianne Moore) leaves early on the expedition. Problems arise when InGen, now out of Hammonds control, decide to bring the thrill of the original park back to San Diego for public viewing. The two groups clash, but soon realize they both have the same objective: Survive.
"The Lost World: Jurassic Park" is a faster, meaner, darker experience than the first film. On paper, it's a winner. On screen, it fails. The characters dialogue only serves to foreshadow events to come (such as Harding's lucky backpack), not to develop any actual storyline. In fact, the story is only present to get people onto the island and dinosaurs to begin their feast.
Not that this is all a bad thing of course. As a giant monster movie, it succeeds in capturing everything the genre is known for. The body count has at least doubled, the violence level has been increased, and there is no doubt that kids who watch this will be absolutely terrified by the time the credits roll. Then, once the Tyrannosaur arrives in San Diego, it becomes the spectacle that everyone who seen the first film wanted to see. If there was anyone who had a problem with a giant carnivore reeking havoc in a major metropolis, they have chosen the wrong film.
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