“Jurassic World marks the fourth entry in its paleontological franchise, but it’s probably more important as the second chapter in the story of Chris Pratt’s unexpected ascent to movie stardom. Pratt, seemingly born to make a career out of playing lovable doofuses, made his goofy tenor work for him in last year’sGuardians of the Galaxy. With Jurassic World, he’s shed that skin almost entirely in favor of aping the hard-jawed macho men of the 1950s B-movie canon. That transformation lends the film inevitability: As if brand recognition didn’t giveJurassic World enough of a box office edge, the image of Pratt riding a motorcycle side by side a quartet of raptors should be more than enough to sell Colin Trevorrow’s picture to today’s crowds.” (Via Paste Magazine.)
A Constant Visual Feast 