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.

The film ultimately collapses under its own weight.

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.

Director Kormákur seems to have a knack for draining all of the energy out of life’s most epic stories.

Makes us wish that all of the characters would end up dead in a grand Darwinian gesture of goodwill.

A slow burn of political chess across a white-hot board where every move comes from the shadows.