As Jurassic World Rebirth stomps into cinemas, it’s worth remembering a rule so rock solid that it should be cast in amber: as with Steven Spielberg’s original Jurassic Park (1993), the best films in the franchise stay on an island.
That’s one of the reasons Spielberg’s own sequel, The Lost World (1997), was a monster disappointment – taking the T rex from the “site B” island, Isla Sorna, and into the streets of San Diego proved a deeply silly business. It’s also why the Joe Johnston-directed Jurassic Park III (2001) is still the best, bitiest sequel – a 90-minute romp that has the feel of an old-timey cliffhanger serial. Drop onto the island, have a dinosaur adventure, and escape again.
