Movie Review: “Jurassic Park 3D”

3starsForget blowing the images up to IMAX size and converting the lunging velociraptors and T. Rexes into 3D. The best reason to revive “Jurassic Park” for its twentieth anniversary is Jeff Goldblum.
Yes, children, there was a time when Jeff Goldblum was sci-fi’s “ultimate explainer,” as producer Dean Devlin labeled him in “Independence Day.” Goldblum’s bug-eyes said “scientist-smart,” and his mannered, considered and hesitating line-readings reinforce that. His very presence in movies from “The Fly” onward screamed “complicated science, made understandable and plausible.”
As “chaos theory” expert Dr. Ian Malcolm, Goldblum is the “Jurassic Park” skeptic in a cluster of greedy entrepreneurs and spellbound paleontologists (played by Laura Dern and Sam Neill).
Goldblum, as Malcolm, asking all the “What if things go wrong?” questions. And when they do, he utters this line, in that distinct, silky Goldblum purr.
“Boy, do I hate being right all the time!”
“Jurassic Park,” adapted from Michael Critchton’s conceptually brilliant novel, is a horror movie wrapped in the trappings of early ’90s speculative science. Back then, kids were dino mad,  the magical letters “DNA” were on every research grant, and the wonders of genetic code were just beginning to unravel.
What a great time for a scary movie about a tycoon (Sir. Richard Attenborough) whose efforts have led to the breakthroughs that enable him and his backers to open an island theme park where dinosaurs have been back-engineered back to life.
Not that they should have been.
Things, as Dr. Malcolm predicts, will go wrong. Storms happen, cages fail, “unable to reproduce” dinosaurs turn out not to be. And people, who never walked the Earth at the same time as these beasties, are now the main item on the menu. Chaos theory incarnate.
Steven Spielberg’s film — it still looks like glorious celluloid — captures the terror in thunderous approaching footsteps that could only belong to something bigger than King Kong, in breathy sniffs from a nose the as powerful as an air compressor. The dinosaurs, impressive in their animated actions and leathery digital texture in ’93, haven’t lost much of their moist, tactile menace over the decades. When they start messing with the theme park’s SUVs, we still shudder in the knowledge that those on screen “are going to need a bigger truck.”
The script (by Crichton and David Koepp) is still burdened with pacing issues, vintage Spielberg kids in peril and melodramatic flourishes. Having Wayne Knight of TV’s “Seinfeld” as the greedy programmer who sets the chaos in motion is comically “too on the nose.”
But casting Bob Peck as the gamekeeper and “Great White Hunter”  because of his shared silhouette with the velociraptors he so admires was inspired. The frights still work, supersized and turned into 3D for your viewing and recoiling-from-the-screen pleasure.  It’s not nearly as scary on TV as it is in theaters.
If anything,  science has closed the gap from the impossible to the merely improbable in the 20 since this movie reminded us of “When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth.” Australians are close to bringing back a recently-extinct species of frog, and others are working to bring back the day When Dodos Ruled the Earth.
Good idea? Maybe to some. But that’s where Jeff Goldblum comes in handy. Nobody explained the improbable, and the risks involved in it, like Goldblum’s Dr. Malcolm.
“Oh, yeah. ‘Oooh, ahhh,’ that’s how it always starts. Then later there’s running and screaming.”
MPAA Rating:  PG-13 for intense science fiction terror
Cast: Sam Neill, Laura Dern, Jeff Goldblum, Richard Attenborough
Credits: Directed by Steven Spielberg, scripted by and based on the Michael Crichton novel. A Universal release.
Running time: 2:07

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Movie Critic, formerly with McClatchy-Tribune News Service, Orlando Sentinel, published in Spin Magazine, The World and now published here, Orlando Magazine, Autoweek Magazine
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