Jurassic World

I went without high expectations, expecting CGI on steroids and way too many dinosaurs. But this film is enormous! It must be doing something right!

That something is marrying a traditional fairy tale (feminist flavouring) with knowing. Ice-princess Claire (park operations manager with a serious spreadsheet addiction) tells shareholders on the tour that the public are bored with dinosaurs. Time to add some new DNA to the mix.

How I agreed with her. There is only one dinosaur plot: they get out and start ripping people to shreds. The CGI is so good now that none of us will ever need to pay and see actual engineered ones.

So this is not about so-yesterday dinosaurs fighting and killing, it's about how the handsome prince - velociraptor expert and trainer Owen Grady - can win the heart of feisty Claire Dearing, the park's operations manager. Forget the dinos, here's what he's up against.

No pushover, huh ...

A modern-day princess is meant to save her hunk-to-be from a pterodactyl or two and not just swoon as her hero takes down the dragon. Claire (to Owen's well-telegraphed chagrin) has a scene where she unloads a magazine into the winged monster as it has the hero pinned to the floor. Most of the time, though, she is running around in her super-high heels getting more and more dishevelled.

Claire at peak dishevelment

It all ends happily (unless you're a dinosaur).