(Perhaps those involved consulted the Delos corporation, which reopened for business after the theme-park massacre of Westworld in another Crichton-inspired sequel, Futureworld .)
The sickening grandeur of the place gave me a “Westworld” vibe (ironically, another Crichton project), because as cool as it was, you know that things are going to go bad.
Having learned nothing from the previous three movies ( The Lost World and Jurassic Park III are essentially sidestepped), nor from Michael Crichton’s gene-pool text Westworld , the owners again find themselves running an amusement park in which the attractions eat the guests.
What the film’s four credited screenwriters also understand is that part of the appeal of Michael Crichton’s original premise, reconfigured from his earlier Westworld, was the sight of a corporate vacation destination gone horribly wrong.
Throughout, the director blunted the potential for a scary-funny indictment of corporate amusement-park culture (for that, you have to re-watch Crichton’s own delicious Westworld ), and he romanticized the park’s demise as paradise lost.
Director and co-writer Colin Trevorrow injects the moribund Jurassic Park franchise with new life by pairing the usual dinosaurs-running-amok formula with a seductive, Westworld-style story hook.