Whoof. There is no more telling sequence in this movie than the one where two lost kids get back to their aunt — the one who largely runs Jurassic World — just in time to see her butt-stroke a flying dinosaur off Chris Pratt, who's helplessly flailing around on his back, and about to get his face eaten. She saves his ass. The two kids immediately decide he's a super-cool badass, and that he's the only person they trust to keep them…

My goodness, what a stinker. Doris Day really brightens up this movie as a labor organizer for a pajama factory where the workers are about to strike for a seven-and-a-half-cent raise, and I enjoyed Thelma Pelish as the older, heavier lady who's still treated as an object of desire and a full partner in the union leadership, and Carol Haney as a dancer and singer. (Maybe not so much an actor.) The union storyline and the humor around it (particularly…

This movie is funny. This movie is political. This movie is intelligent and wicked and very, very calculated. This movie is sometimes visually stunning, and impeccably acted.

But mostly, it's scary as hell.

For the love of cinema, do not watch the spoilery-ass trailers. Do not read any reviews unless you trust the reviewers to be circumspect about giving away the plot. Go in as blind as possible and just let the story's surprises unfold. Assuming you're okay with scary…