Rating of
3/4
The Lost Sense of Mindless Fun
Gustavo² - wrote on 04/19/09
Plot holes and uninspired performances aside, this is a very enjoyable, tense adventure flick. Definitely darker than the original chapter of this endlessly fascinating franchise, even though it is not necessarily better or more spellbinding. One should notice the thrilling, almost tribal-like musical score composed by the legendary Spielberg collaborator, the enormously gifted maestro John Williams. The whole ending sequence, which consists in a very long but never less than exciting homage from the acclaimed director Steven Spielberg to the original "King Kong", an undeniable classic landmark in the realm of fantastical movie-making, will certainly run most people out of their own breath from stupefying them with top-notch digital effects which interact with live-action elements. That, however, will probably occur only if these same people are hopefully open-minded enough to be truly willing to suspend their disbelief for a moment, sit back without any concerns of having their intellect offended and last, but not least, just enjoy watching a high-profile, state-of-the-art Hollywood blockbuster. There is yet another matter to consider: this US$74 million motion picture still looks as good as it did back in the year of 1997.
That is for sure. It is a humble remark in defense of this high-toned dinosaur thriller. I guarantee it.
What a compelling, dangerously entertaining and undeniably competent escapist movie event. "The Lost World: Jurassic Park" does not even deserve to be neglected in the way of being called a guilty pleasure because of one simple reason: it does what it was supposed to do. It entertains. There is absolutely nothing wrong about that. Nothing. This one can be defined as a respectable follow-up to the now much appreciated 1993 revolutionary landmark in film-making and film magic at its brightest. As a inferior but perfectly enjoyable sequel, the follow-up to the original chapter of the "Jurassic Park" saga is often perceived in a most unfairly harsh tone from the most part of the general audiences. There is something wrong with that, for the sheer sense of harmless, mindless fun seems to be gone for a while now, and has been replaced by the apparent shallow displays of constant cynicism and artificial, headache-inducing aesthetics taken out of those dispensable MTV clips. Producer Jerry Bruckheimer and his loyal colleagues/subordinates/pseudo-artists Michael Bay and Tony Scott have taken command at shoving inept commercial stinkers at us.
