Cats are evil, but I didn't need this batshit nuttiness to tell me that.
To be honest, though, behind the hyper-edited technicolor insanity is a fairly conventional haunted house story. It overcomes its limitations through pure imagination, though the underlying rambling familiarity made me yearn for the eerie focus of something like Kwaidan. Still, I got to watch a girl get eaten by a piano, so who am I to complain?
Say what one might about the characters in the original Jurassic Park, but one thing they weren't was stupid. Jurassic World, on the other hand...
It doesn't so much milk the nostalgic teat as kill the nostalgic cow, peel off the nostalgic cow hide and parade around in it, bellowing "Look how much I look like the original film, but with a difference!" and then winks.
Its CGI is retrograde, as are its gender politics. One reason you shouldn't mistake…