It’s been 22 years since the pre-historic dinosaurs were first brought to life by Spielberg, which he resurrects in his latest venture Jurassic World (JW).

I remember the year (1994) when the much awaited film Jurassic Park (JP) was released in India. It went viral- a craze and it did not need any social media for it to be declared an absolute runaway hit at the box office!

Those vicious blood-thirsty dinosaurs caused such uproar that JP soon became the household name globally. Needless to say, the team were all the way laughing to the bank as the coffers kept on filling. The demand was high and how could the supply not be there? Two other films of the franchisee soon followed and then we have JW.

I don’t know what I could find extra fascinating in this 124 minute running film- for very honestly the saga has run its course and does not in any way tell us anything new at all. The story is the same, the plot the same and even the end is the same!

The park open new, now under a new management of its ‘cool’ owner Masrani (Irrfan Khan) and his team, who want to make the “attractions,” read dinos, bigger, more intelligent and even more ferocious. So much so that our hero Owen (Chris Pratt) is actually trying to tame the darn creatures, terming himself their alpha! They hunt together the big momma! Could you beat that?

Well, apart from serving to raise the adrenal level up what other purpose could a guy on his bike with three other dinos running side-by-side through a forest serve?

As far as the emotion quotient is concerned, our lady in distress Claire (Bryce Dallas Howard) who heads all PR and business deals and is Masrani’s right hand, has her two visiting nephews Zach (Nick Robinson) and Gray (Ty Simpkins) on the loose, out in the wild. Someone has to rescue them and pf course it has to be out hero and his damsel-in-distress by the side of him.

So there is actually not much of a plot, merely wafer thin as it were.

What kind of acting does one expect in a film that boasts (or would have boasted of) thrills, screams, chills and a nail-biting finish? Well, not much of acting and so does it go.

Irrfan is such a waste and I am so annoyed that a talent like him could have so screwed up in a film like JW! I wonder why? Was he so attracted to the Spielberg banner, like the moth unto the flame? I am sure boy has burnt his fingers and will now know that not roads to the Oscars led via the big names!

All in all JW is such a disappointment, especially when compared to its mothers- but then should not filmmakers realise that sometimes the skeletons are better off just being preserved in museums than adding false flesh onto them and bringing them alive!

2.5/5