Pardon me, while I scream.
It would be gory, no question about that. No one who had actually seen it had actually told me anything about it. But even if it was (gory), I could handle it, right? I had seen Jurassic Parks 1, 2, and 3 (was there a 4?) and had come out shaken and stirred - but still in one piece. This time I didn't know what to expect.
Having heard that theaters everywhere were packing them in and that it would be hard to get tickets, we decided to do a matinee. It was almost full, but we found good seats next to a lively and close-knit couple who were clearly not thinking about dinosaurs. They were paying quite a lot of attention to each other, though, and I started wishing the movie would START ALREADY.
If you have already seen Jurassic World, you will know that it does not take very long for the scary bits to show up.
As things heated up and extinct monsters made their debuts in front of us, the volume and the music built up, and up, until the fear in the theater became palpable. And then a dinosaur screamed. It was a scream like no other scream, horrific and meaningful (the intent being: somebody was GOING TO DIE), coming out of a gigantic mouth filled with sharp, crooked, messy teeth. I believe it had already eaten someone because - well, just because (you have to see it).
Then the dinosaur screaming continued, at ever louder decibel levels, and suddenly I heard someone else screaming along with it. The screams came from someone sitting quite near us, and sounded like a woman. And then, I realized ... it wasn't just any woman - the woman was ME. This humiliating thing happened again and again; and then the largest dinosaur, the one who was the most dangerous, simply would NOT go away, and would NOT stop, and suddenly the woman who was me shouted, "OH NO, NOT AGAIN!!"
It was so embarrassing.
The only thing I can compare it with is the time my sister and I went to see JAWS for the first time, back in 1977. We were so frightened that we both found ourselves curled up and screaming on the floorboards of the theater (I think our husbands pretended they didn't know us).
In any case, I thought this was a good, solid movie. And the lively close-knit couple next to us? Well, they got scared, let's just say, and walked out of the theater somewhat subdued. I think they were actually pale.
It was a great blockbuster summer film complete with suspense, amazing music, and all sorts of genetically engineered monster-like antediluvian horrors all leading up to the inevitable sequel.
It would have been perfect if only I could have gotten that woman to stop her everlasting screaming.
See you along the way!
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