If the movies produce a more disjointed effort in 2017, it’ll be a dysfunctional miracle; that they’ve already produced one as scattered as this, Colin Trevorrow’s follow-up film to his thunderously stupid 2015 box office colossus, Jurassic World , is baffling enough.
Emotionally and tonally, it's hard to figure out what the heck Jurassic World and future Star Wars 9 director Colin Trevorrow is trying to pull off.
Directed with Hallmark-movie superficiality by Colin Trevorrow ( “Jurassic World” ) from a phony-sweet screenplay by novelist Gregg Hurwitz, it’s about a precocious 11-year-old genius named Henry Carpenter (Jaeden Lieberher).
It’s one of those films in which Bad Things Happen, but director Colin Trevorrow (who directed Jurassic World and is in charge of the 2019 Star Wars movie) doesn’t let the emotional pain turn his film’s life-affirming message into a bummer—a copout.
Director Colin Trevorrow ("Safety Not Guaranteed," "Jurassic World") has such a firm grasp of his material he almost hurdles Hurwitz's big obstacle, the crosscutting of his climax reminiscent of "The Godfather's" Baptism massacre, the stamping of children's feet on stage adding tense urgency to events happening elsewhere.
That is only the first crime that director Trevorrow (Jurassic World) and writer Gregg Hurwitz commit against their audience, but it’s not the last.