I like these things; I'm just sitting here waiting for a good one.
'FK' is a box-ticker, fair enough: Dull action-man lead; dragon-breath hot leading lady; wise-cracking support you find annoying at first, but grow to like (from "Am I dead?" onwards); mean mega-millionaire exploit-nature-for-their-own-end types . . Ho, again and again, hum.
A volcano is killing all the dinosaurs so a corrupt private sec engages a team of callous mercenaries to rescue them - not for their good, you understand - but so he can auction them off to big-suited, big-walleted arms-dealing cronies.
Whoever's getting huge wads for writing this bonkers-ness deserve multiple hats taking off to them. It all sounds very plausible . .
Maybe not. As the whole jolly pantomime indulges itself an insane climax at a California castle (child peril shoed in - tick another box), 'FK' turns just plain silly. The rooftop stuff reminded me of 'Q'.
And predictable - Soon as you see the snarling, slavering Indorapter, you just know poor old Blue is gonna end up fighting it.
Stars for 40's-chassied Bryce Dallas Howard, who's dazzlingly watchable rump is the best thing in the film. Raptor-wrinkly Geraldine Chaplin a joy in a non-role created purely to advance clues to the little girl's amazing origins. Toby Jones is wryly entertaining as the droll dino-auctioneer. B D Wong's Dr Wu is an always welcome recurring player, flitting as he does between serious genealogist and venal mad scientist.
The little girl, Isabella Sermon, looks like the star child at the end of '2001'.
Effects are sensational, but, in a good film context, watch 'FK' next to 'One Million Years BC' or even 'Gwangi' and see it utterly consumed.
'FK' is a box-ticker, fair enough: Dull action-man lead; dragon-breath hot leading lady; wise-cracking support you find annoying at first, but grow to like (from "Am I dead?" onwards); mean mega-millionaire exploit-nature-for-their-own-end types . . Ho, again and again, hum.
A volcano is killing all the dinosaurs so a corrupt private sec engages a team of callous mercenaries to rescue them - not for their good, you understand - but so he can auction them off to big-suited, big-walleted arms-dealing cronies.
Whoever's getting huge wads for writing this bonkers-ness deserve multiple hats taking off to them. It all sounds very plausible . .
Maybe not. As the whole jolly pantomime indulges itself an insane climax at a California castle (child peril shoed in - tick another box), 'FK' turns just plain silly. The rooftop stuff reminded me of 'Q'.
And predictable - Soon as you see the snarling, slavering Indorapter, you just know poor old Blue is gonna end up fighting it.
Stars for 40's-chassied Bryce Dallas Howard, who's dazzlingly watchable rump is the best thing in the film. Raptor-wrinkly Geraldine Chaplin a joy in a non-role created purely to advance clues to the little girl's amazing origins. Toby Jones is wryly entertaining as the droll dino-auctioneer. B D Wong's Dr Wu is an always welcome recurring player, flitting as he does between serious genealogist and venal mad scientist.
The little girl, Isabella Sermon, looks like the star child at the end of '2001'.
Effects are sensational, but, in a good film context, watch 'FK' next to 'One Million Years BC' or even 'Gwangi' and see it utterly consumed.
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