Jurassic World (2015)

$1.67 billion worldwide, and the heroine outruns a T. rex in high heels. That’s the vibe. Jurassic World is about a park that keeps cooking up bigger dinosaurs because guests got bored, made by a studio doing the exact same thing, and it’s in on that joke for about one scene before it turns into the thing it’s mocking. Chris Pratt rides a motorcycle with a raptor squad like it’s a buddy cop show. Bryce Dallas Howard gets handed a character who’s mostly a schedule. The Indominus rex is a monster built for marketing, and it shows: big, white, and smart only when the plot needs it. The two nephews are there so somebody can be in danger. Fun moments, sure, the mosasaur feeding show is a blast, but it’s all theme park and no awe. A 5.4 because the first one made you look up and this one makes you check your phone. $4,124 says you watch it again anyway the next time it’s on cable.

What works: The mosasaur show, Chris Pratt’s raptor scenes, and a finale that finally gives fans the dinosaur brawl they wanted.

What doesn’t: The characters are thin, the nephews only exist to be in danger, and the new hybrid never feels like more than a marketing idea.

Who it’s for: Kids seeing their first dinosaur movie and adults who just want big monsters crashing into things.