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Juras­sic World: Rebirth review – strug­gles to find a jus­ti­fi­ca­tion for its existence

30 Jun 2025 / Released: 02 Jul 2025

Scarlett Johansson and Jonathan Bailey in Jurassic World: Rebirth
Scarlett Johansson and Jonathan Bailey in Jurassic World: Rebirth
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Anticipation.

Love Gareth Edwards, but JP has been limping creatively for some time.

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Enjoyment.

Finding a convincing reason for people to return to a dino-infested island has eluded the makers once again.

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In Retrospect.

A very blatant call-back to the 1994 original in the climactic scene had me scowling at this originality tundra.

There’s just too much that’s wrong and sil­ly and deriv­a­tive about this tired, tired run-out.

Rather than a tri­umphant replay of the old hits, Juras­sic World: Rebirth is a bit more like Mal­ibu Sta­cy with a new hat. It’s a repack­aged prod­uct with a cou­ple of super­fi­cial bells and whis­tles that its mak­ers believe audi­ences will want to see pure­ly to remain in the loop with all the dino-based shenanigans. 

Its numer­ous flagged/un­der­scored/ex­cla­ma­tion-point­ed call-backs to the 90s orig­i­nals work dou­ble duty as balmy-eyed nos­tal­gia and a trag­ic reminder that this is a fran­chise that hasn’t been able to whisk up an orig­i­nal thought since the cred­its rolled on the Steven Spielberg’s OG mega hit over three decades ago. And you know things are bad when you’re watch­ing a sum­mer block­buster that’s part of the vaunt­ed Juras­sic Park IP and think­ing, Ho hum… I won­der what’s going on over at Skull Island right now…”.

Vet­er­an screen­writer David Koepp, who penned the first sequel, Juras­sic Park: The Lost World, in 1997, returns to the DNA-splic­ing fray, and this new film feels every bit the reject­ed pro­pos­al from those sal­ad days, a script whose dog-eared pages have been sal­vaged from the fil­ing cabinet/​waste bin of his old office. Often brac­ing­ly gener­ic in its char­ac­ter­i­sa­tions, its deploy­ment of expo­si­tion and the occa­sion­al slow beat where some­one will idly rem­i­nisce about the past, it’s baf­fling that some­one who has worked on all vari­eties of film and at every lev­el in the indus­try could deliv­er some­thing so utter­ly devoid of inter­est or originality.

Aside from its shod­dy con­ceit, it’s a script that does the dirty on its cast, in par­tic­u­lar Maher­sha­la Ali as the mer­ce­nary-for-hire Dun­can who is giv­en the remit to be reck­less­ly impul­sive when it’s revealed that he’s suf­fer­ing from deep fam­i­ly-based trau­ma. Scar­lett Johans­son, mean­while, has a nice line in cocky smirk­ing as covert opps mae­stro Zora. She’s giv­en the absolute non-dillem­ma of whether she’ll toe the cor­po­rate line as strict­ly set out by linen-suit­ed weasel Krebs (Rupert Friend*), or score the win­ning goal for glob­al moral­i­ty and heed the wis­dom of dash­ing palaeon­tol­o­gist Dr Loomis (Jonathan Bailey).

The plan here is that Krebs has offered Zora sil­ly mon­ey to cap­ture blood and tis­sue sam­ples from three live dinosaurs employ­ing tech­nol­o­gy cre­at­ed by Loomis. The snag is that their tar­gets – rep­re­sent­ing land, sea and air – all now thrive in a trop­i­cal micro­cli­mate along the equa­tor that also hap­pens to be the island that was used as a test­ing ground for dinosaur cross-breed­ing. We all know it’s not going to be the quick pop in, pop out” escapade that they all think it will be, and our gang also have to deal with the might­i­ly naffed off D‑Rex”, which is exact­ly like if a T‑Rex had been smashed in the face with the world’s largest fry­ing pan.

The film strug­gles to find a jus­ti­fi­ca­tion for its exis­tence, and we’re told that the world has grown weary of the spec­ta­cle of dinosaurs. Which in itself is a com­plete­ly cyn­i­cal assump­tion in line with say­ing, say, that human­i­ty will one day grow tired and yearn for the extinc­tion of pan­thers. Krebs and his deep-pock­et­ed pay­mas­ters believe that this flash­point of col­lec­tive apa­thy is the time to make their play and do a lit­tle bit of under-the-radar dinosaur vivi­sec­tion in order to pro­duce a cure for heart dis­ease, which they can charge a small for­tune for once they have the patent. 

The human inter­est” ele­ment to the sto­ry is bolt­ed on in the form of super­dad Reuben (Manuel Gar­cia-Rul­fo) and his two daugh­ters (Aud­ri­na Miran­da as pre-teen Isabel­la and Luna Blaise as late-teen Tere­sa) and Teresa’s charm­ing slack­er boyfriend Xavier (David Iacono) as they heed­less­ly attempt to sail through dino infest­ed waters in the name of fam­i­ly adven­ture. And this is two min­utes after being told repeat­ed­ly that this area is a human no-go zone as death will like­ly be immi­nent. So sym­pa­thy lev­els are a tad hard to come by, even if the lev­el of per­for­mance and char­ac­ter depth is a lit­tle bit higher/​deeper on this side of the play­ing field.

What saves the film from the sum­mer dol­drums is the typ­i­cal­ly stel­lar work by direc­tor Gareth Edwards, who, despite the qual­i­ty of the mate­ri­als he’s been giv­en to work with, proves once more that he’s one of the most inter­est­ing and orig­i­nal artists in Hol­ly­wood when it comes to cre­at­ing CG set pieces. There’s one sequence at the film’s mid-point that push­es the tech­nol­o­gy to sat­is­fy­ing extremes by hav­ing dig­i­tal dinosaurs inter­sect­ing with human char­ac­ters while being flung down some riv­er rapids.

Edwards’s involve­ment was the one thing keep­ing the can­dle aflame in terms of our hopes that this mori­bund, nev­er-end­ing fran­chise might have turned a cor­ner. Yet even work­ing at full pelt, there’s just too much that’s wrong and sil­ly and deriv­a­tive about this tired, tired run-out. The actors are com­pe­tent; there are a few tasty zingers; the effects are seam­less. But the whole enter­prise just feels like the same thing we’ve seen over and over again, and that the addi­tion of a new hat” has been deemed more of an irri­tant than a gift to cre­ate some­thing fresh.


*I’d like to make read­ers aware of a per­ti­nent com­ment that was made on the LWLies pri­vate group chat by my esteemed col­league Han­nah Strong, who not­ed that, He was v much Rupert Foe in JW”. It felt right to include the obser­va­tion in this, our offi­cial review of the film. Thanks.

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