When the film isn’t suffocating itself with world-building, it’s wholly given over to corny fan service.
The extras on this edition of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom feel almost as dully prescribed as the film itself.
Throughout the film, director J.A. Bayona draws on the childlike fear of things that go bump in the night.
It uses the mawkishness of a Hallmark Channel movie as an ironic backdrop for a twisted Hitchcockian thriller.
It can’t tell whether it wants to be junk food or not, lovingly poking fun at some Hollywood tropes while shamelessly indulging others.
The film teases out the possibilities and perils of time travel without embroiling itself in the confusion inherent to the subject.