Jurassic Park Rebirth: Where Dinosaurs Roam and Excitement is Extinct.

As a loyal fan of the Jurassic Park series, I embarked on Jurassic Park Rebirth with the enthusiasm of a paleontologist unearthing a rare petrified remain. Sadly, what I found was less "T-Rex skeleton" and more pile of rocks. The movie starts with a thrilling (if not familiar,) action sequence straight out of Jaws complete with a dinosaur expert donning Hooper-esque glasses. For a brief moment, I was delighted—dinosaurs in water felt wild. Nevertheless, just as quickly as it surfaced my exhilaration quickly sank.  Enter a family who, for reasons known only to their scriptwriters, thought it wise to sail in seas known for its prehistoric predators. Their storyline meanders aimlessly until they are saved by Scarlet Johansson and her squad of dinosaur hunters. The rest of the movie plays out like an extended game of hide and seek. The plot? Brittle. The characters? As high-octane as fossilized footprints. The excitement? Extinct. If Jurassic Park: Rebirth was meant to breathe new life into the franchise, it instead served as a cautionary tale on why some fossils are better left untouched.