I can't remember a blockbuster ever dropping such an important plot point in as casual, off-hand, never-to-be-mentioned-again manner as the way this does with the little girl.
It still feels like Pratt is playing a dry straight-down-the-line impression of what the dictionary says a leading man should be rather than doing his natural thing, and Bryce Dallas Howard is an absolute vacuum, but outside of the leads it's pretty good fun.
Makes very good use of creepy dinosaur fingers, and the tragic Brachiosaur gets me every time.
