This was a disappointing entry to the franchise for a couple of reasons. The first is that everything in it feels recycled and not in a good way and the second is that any sense of fun is totally gone.Claire Dearing (Bryce Dallas Howard) has changed after her encounter on Isla Nublar. She now works as a coordinator for a non-profit aimed at protecting the last dinosaurs, especially as a long-dormant volcano threatens them with re-extinction. When a philanthropist and long-time friend of John Hammond's contacts her with a possible solution, she jumps at the chance to rescue at least a dozen of the animals. The only catch is that she will have to reach out to Owen Grady (Chris Pratt) once more in order to have a chance at rescuing Blue, the last velociraptor.
This thing is so paint-by-numbers that you've probably already filled in the rest of the plot and what points you haven't will be telegraphed to you within minutes of their introduction. That wouldn't be so bad if the film weren't so relentlessly grim. Nobody seems to be having any fun except the Indoraptor and she doesn't have enough scenes to really carry the film.
The only way to salvage this franchise is to have Owen and Claire team up for one-on-one extractions now that **SPOILER ALERT** the little dino-girl released them all to raise havoc on North America. **END SPOILERS** I want Blue out there terrorizing the suburbs with a pack of coyotes that have accepted her as their leader. I want Owen and Claire contending with pissed off orange farmers after apatosaurs eat their crops. I want a film that actually deals with the consequences of having dinosaurs. That's really the only way I'm going to see Jurassic World 3.
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