As gripping as a highly produced serial killer doc gets. I only wish the filmmakers had more faith in their audience instead of cobbling together something so insultingly manipulative. Any journalistic integrity here is obfuscated by schlocky B-movie frills, including horror music and CGI bloodbaths—any trick necessary to gloss it up while paying minimal lip service to the actual tragedy of it all. Pure exploitation.
With three films under her belt, July has created her own stylings and flavor of cinema that can be difficult to pin down — not unlike Hal Hartley or even David Lynch before her. Her off-center, deadpan style is never arbitrary or gratuitous. Rather it's the film's best means of transmitting feelings of familial alienation, and the experience of breaking free from a pastel-drenched state of arrested development.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This movie was my gateway drug to movies. I remember seeing it as a 5-year-old with my mom, and the "year of Jurassic Park" that followed it. At the Seattle Science Center, they had a JP exhibit that showcased the entire production of the film, and my mind was blown wide open to another dimension of the movies.
Re-watching it now, I'm struck by how thematically rich it is. And having since read the Crichton several times, I'm impressed by…
Perhaps rougher around the edges when it comes to balancing tone than its predecessor, I nonetheless consider The Lost World to be incredibly underrated.
The movie embraces its B-movie heritage while still managing to be as thematically rich as the first one. The decision to move the segment with the little rich girl and the compsognathus dinos, which occurred in the first novel, to the opening here, is inspired—what a perfect metaphor for Site B being wreaked havoc upon in…