I’ll get this part out of the way: I, with crossed-arm, reluctant concession, actually enjoyed Jurassic World. But that’s not what this is about.
From the director that gave us the penguin that danced and the pig that talked, comes the longest and most adrenaline-pumping car chase since the last possible moment you thought O.J. might be innocent. I’ll keep the overview simple: It’s intense, it’s wild, and the action is beautiful. So why did I leave feeling unfulfilled?