An endless parade of clichés and logic issues that ruin an otherwise potentially interesting plot.
Attempts to walk a very fine line between campy and creepy, between reality and dystopia.
Two-and-a-half hours of nonsensical jibber-jabber interspersed with adrenaline-inducing special effects.
Leans more toward unintentional comedy than summer blockbuster disaster movie.
An experience every bit as chaotic as the exploding island of Isla Nublar.
Embraces chaos as it explores what happens when dinosaurs can no longer be contained.
Foster sports the look of a no-frills grandmother with a deadpan gaze that could stop a bullet.
This is one flat Ocean. That might make for smooth sailing, but not so smooth for a film.
Sadly only inherits the bad habits of the worst M. Night Shyamalan films.
A film bursting with potential that slowly deflates like an overfilled balloon.