Like most kids of my generation — thanks to B sci-fi movies and The Flintstones TV series — I had a youthful fascination with dinosaurs. I even aced some fifth-grade science project by crafting a dinosaur display with a bunch of mismatched plastic dinosaurs and some plastic palm trees (the latter appropriated from a Flintstones play set). But my interest in these creatures didn’t survive puberty (which is still longer than my interest in The Flintstones lasted). By the time of the original Jurassic Park (1993), I was pushing 40 and the big beasties were long off my radar, so it was kind of a non-event for me. I never even saw the first sequel, but the much-maligned Jurassic Park III (2001) came out after I was reviewing movies on a weekly basis, so that I saw. (I thought it was OK for what it was, but I had no special reverence for the series.) Now we have Jurassic World, a slightly revamped sequel (that may ignore the earlier sequels), and while it didn’t rekindle my interest in dinosaurs, it’s an excellently crafted film with coherent action, good effects, a top-notch supporting cast and a surprisingly witty screenplay.