MOVIE REVIEW – The Lost World: Jurassic Park
Steven Spielberg, who’s not known to tackle sequels, directed the follow up to 1993 Jurassic Park to the 1997 sequel which features the chaotician Ian Malcolm (Jeff Goldblum) as the main protagonist.
Malcolm’s role in the first film was to serve primarily as comic relief and mostly inactive due to an ill-fated attempt at diverting the T-Rex away from Alan, Lex and Tim (the latter two, played by Ariana Richards and Joseph Mazzello, respectively make cameos). He was knocked unconscious out, then had a bum leg the rest of the film, but survived.
This time, Malcom’s summoned by John Hammond (Richard Attenborough) again four years later, but reveals there is another island called Site B where dinosaurs roamed where dinosaurs lived untainted, which was abandoned following the events of the first film of Jurassic Park’s security breach at the Isla Nublar. Originally, Hammond regularly had dinosaurs shipped once they were bred from Site B over to Isla Nublar to be ready for the park. Hammond, who lost his company InGen to his nephew Peter Lundow (Arliss Howard), wanted Malcom to join in on an expedition to see them in their natural environment before they became exploited.
Malcom initially declined, but reluctantly accepts when he learns his girlfriend, Dr. Sarah Darding (Julianne Moore) is on the expedition. Joining them are Eddie Carr (Richard Schiff), the equipment specialist, and Nick Van Owen (Vince Vaughn), a documentarian and environmentalist.
To perfectly sum up the film, there really is no more wonder now that the initial cat is out of the bag. This is essentially Americanized Godzilla but with the T-Rex as the main creature. You mainly see the other dinosaurs during the earlier part as it no longer really becomes exploration. This is primarily “human invaders are here being stupid, so let’s show them how badass the monsters can be by taking them out.”
There is a sort of disconnect when you see how much conservation and respecting nature play so little part in the actual film until you get one single plot thread that gives the movie the excuse to turn it to Godzilla, the baby T-Rex and its parent, during the final scenes of the film.
In the end, it stopped being about the world of dinosaurs rather a repeat life lesson about what humans will do to further exploit things they understand little about…kind of like E.T., the Alien franchise or almost every other movie in existence that deals with a foreign species.