JURASSIC WORLD (USA/12A/124mins) Directed by Colin Trevorrow. Starring Chris Pratt, Bryce Dallas Howard, BD Wong, Ty Simpkins, Nick Robinson, Vincent D’Onofrio. CRITICS REVIEW 1 By Paul Byrne THE PLOT: Little dinosaur-loving tyke Gray (Simpkins) and cool teen brother Zach (Robinson) are being packed off by mum (Greer) and dad (Buckley) to spend some time with their somewhat estranged aunt Claire (Dallas-Howard) – who just happens to manage Jurassic World, the sprawling dinosaur resort out in Costa Rica that attracts 20,000 visitors a day. The numbers have been down, and Claire is keen to impress Jurassic World’s fun-loving owner, Masrami (Khan) – and so, she’s greenlit a new bigger, better, stronger, more vicious dinosaur. It’s a recipe for disaster, as far as dinosaur whisperer Owen (Pratt) is concerned, and when the big brute escapes, he’s quickly proved right. Still, at least nasty mercenary Hoskins (D’Onofrio) may finally be able to unleash his killer raptors… THE VERDICT: It’s been 14 years, but it looks, and feels, and sounds like it’s still the 1990s with this somewhat join-the-dots Jurassic Park sequel. From the Spielberg family (hey, mum and dad are getting divorced!) to… well, just about everything here. Even all the evil GMO shenanigans seems dated, with the only noticeable concession to the 21st century seems to be crappy mobile phone coverage. Thankfully, all the creaky old conventions and standard-issue character types fade somewhat in the second hour, as the chasing, bonding and heavy breathing just two feet away really kick in. You know from the start that stuck-up, Wintour-wigged Dallas-Howard and sensitive hunk Pratt will take the screwball comedy path to that kiss, that generation-gap, chalk-and-cheese brothers Gray and Zach will go on an emotional journey together, that Goodzilla will beat the shit out of Badzilla, and that fatso Vincent D’Onofrio will die a gloriously horrible death. That director Colin Trevorrow (hands up who thinks he had any real power making this movie?) and his regular screenwriting partner Derek Connolly (they made 2012’s so-so Safety Not Guaranteed) pull it all together in the second half, and delivers a movie that should thrill your average 12-year-old boy, deserves some kind of pat on the back. Hardcore fans of the franchise may, of course, prefer to slap him across the back of the head. RATING: 3/5 Review by Paul Byrne CRITICS REVIEW 2 by...