I had the privilege to grow up in a world where Jurassic Park always existed. The first one came out the year I was born, and the trilogy ended when I was eight (just in time to be replaced by another milestone, Harry Potter). Like almost every 90’s kid, I was obsessed by it: I had dinosaurs’ action figures, I went to exhibitions about dinosaurs, and bought loads of illustrated books on the subject. The last time I saw Jurassic Park I was in my teens and I never rewatched the sequels, so I can say this saga is part of a childhood I put aside.

Maybe that’s the reason why I wasn’t thrilled about Jurassic World right from the start. It’s not that I feared that my childhood would be ruined (which is a rather stupid thing to say, to be honest), it was just the feeling that I wouldn’t enjoy it as much as I would if I were a child. However, keeping my expectations at the lowest has paid off well in the past, making me enjoy movies I thought I would despise, but unfortunately that’s not the case.

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