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Slumming actors in safari vests stalk through the tropical overgrowth; a digitally manifested dinosaur bulldozes out of the brush; screaming victims run, leap, and dangle; the soundtrack puts crash-blisters on your ear anvil. Common fauna of the Discovery Channel, digi-dinos have become as tiresome to gaze upon as the wallpaper facing the toilet in my house. In Jurassic Park III, drama is minimal and character nonexistent. Paleontologist Sam Neill drops in on the other Costa Rican atoll populated by sauropods, coerced by ill-equipped parents Téa Leoni and William H. Macy, whose son got lost parasailing.

JP3 may be close to the purest example of what pop culture is best at producing. It's not a movie, it's a nitrous-powered dream probe launched into the soft cortex of every preadolescent and adolescent creature geek on Planet Earth. No particular factor stands out above the generic prehistoric delirium—certainly not the shameless franchise upgrades (the raptors now have racing stripes). The most and the least you can say for JP3is that its condescension seems adroitly focused on fourth-graders. Perhaps the most evocative human moment is Election director Alexander Payne's cowriting credit, conjuring visions of the undervalued auteur enjoying his new beach house in Malibu. Cashing the check must've spent Payne's patience, because the action's so simple a dog could foretell the set-piece climaxes. There are too many of those Spielbergian story plants—like that be-careful-with-the-oxygen-tanks-or-they'll-blow-up-on-ya mousetrap from Jaws—to count. But why gripe? In an ideal world, state-of-the-fakery dinosaur movies would clog the matinees and bedazzle the PG proletariat every weekend of every year. Let there be, in 2030, a Jurassic Park XIIIfor my grandkids to flock to. Keep the buggers off the streets.


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Jurassic Park III
Directed by Joe Johnston
Written by Peter Buchman and Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor
Universal

Wet Hot American Summer
Directed by David Wain
Written by Wain and Michael Showalter
USA
Opens July 27

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