Dino-sized set pieces? Check. Eye-roll-worthy clichés? Check. Popcorn-flying thrills? Check, check. Yep, Gareth Edwards’ Jurassic World: Rebirth delivers exactly what fans have come to expect from the franchise - and not much more. However, you’ll be quick to notice that this installment takes a more “stripped down” approach, focusing on just two converging storylines: a family fighting to survive and a team of operatives on a mission. Thankfully, both arcs are mostly engaging. But the real issue? Predictability. Seriously, the movie could’ve been called Jurassic World: Close Call with the sheer number of “just in time” escapes. Trust me, the abundance of narrow getaways starts to dull the suspense, conditioning us to assume everyone will survive by a hair — again and again. Still, there’s no shortage of thrills. Over-the-top action scenes come fast (and loud), and the dinosaurs are, as always, massive, menacing, and stunningly rendered. The human cast pulls their weight also, even if the script gives them very little to work with as far as character development goes. For her part, Scarlett Johansson is a solid and likable lead - a heroine you can root for and believe in when things get chaotic. Unfortunately, the film completely unravels in the third act. A climactic showdown with a genetically engineered dino-monster (that looks like rejected Godzilla concept art) pushes things from thrilling to flat-out ridiculous. Sure, the Jurassic series has always leaned into spectacle, but this finale takes it a little too far — even by dino-blockbuster standards.