Scentnoodle’s review published on Letterboxd:
So, new island, dinosaurs, theme park etc. Claire (Bryce Dallas Howard) oversees stuff and is a busy woman. For some reason, her sister decides to dump her sons on their aunt for a weekend of Jurassic fun. Kids get lost natch and Clare calls upon the tracking skills of chief Raptor Wrangler Owen (Chris Pratt) who she once went on a date with. Big evil dinosaur gets loose, we've been here before.
Enough about the plot. How come, 22 years after the original, this feels like some kind of sexist throwback to the 70s? Claire "will understand what it's like" when she has her own kids, Owen declares he is control the first moment he can, the nonsense about the business suit, the shit with the kids turning to Owen when Claire had just rescued him from a pteradactyl. And don't get me started on Owen's moralistic "all science bad; clever people make monster; don't understand animals until you pat them on the nose" schtick. Twattery. Whedon was completely correct.
Two redeeming features - the dinosaurs were jolly good and Claire was allowed to think for herself and come up with a plan to defeat the GigantoRex before she was written back down to "Oh Owen what do we do now you big stwong man?" This film really truly was aimed solely at teenage boys, wasn't it? When will filmmakers understand that there are two genders and both earn money and watch films?