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.

It’s too long where it should be shorter and too short where it should be longer.

Leans more toward unintentional comedy than summer blockbuster disaster movie.

The film ultimately collapses under its own weight.

It holds the tension with the empathy and effectiveness of a large metal vise.

Serves up a fun-size treat instead of a full snack.

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.

Needs more Jack-Jack and less humdrum

Skillfully mixes playfulness and humanity for a touching look at motherhood.

Foster sports the look of a no-frills grandmother with a deadpan gaze that could stop a bullet.