Jurassic-World I’m a sucker for a good romantic comedy. You might even say that I strongly avoid fantasy and sci-fi flicks. So, you might be wondering why I’m speaking about dinosaurs. Well, it’s obvious. I was one of those first weekend movie-goers to see Jurassic World. Why? Well, not only do I need to be part of the greater relevant world, I actually liked the first one made two decades ago. And I think this hopeless romantic finds something in these films that goes beyond a blow ’em up, or in this case—eat ’em up story line.

There is certainly action. There is romance. There is science. And there are various relationships going on. Not to mention cute Chris Pratt. But that’s a story for another blog. The possibility that one day, DNA could be extracted from fossils sounds, to me, well–possible and frightening.  So the theory of how the amusement park, Jurassic World comes about doesn’t shock me. The interactions between human and beast can be seen on the news. It never ceases to amaze me how Yellowstone Park is viewed as a type of ‘petting zoo’ for tourists who want to get up close and personal with coyotes, wolves and bears (oh my!), thinking they are the tame creatures hand-raised by humans.

But I digress. My point is that the science here involves human beings and their very delicate, sometimes warped and omnipotent nature—believing they can control the world. OK, guilty as charged. When control is lost, we panic, freak out and are shocked. How could something so terrible happen? How could something we were so sure of, turn around and turn on us?

Well, news flash. Jurassic Park is a testimony to life and human nature, done in a very clever and yes, scary way. So, while I’ve never been a fan of those space odyssey’s, robotic world take-overs, creatures who become human—somehow, this piece of fiction caught me on some level of reality. In fact the most unbelievable part of the movie is the notion that Bryce Dallas Howard  could run in heels through the jungle while being chased by flesh-eating behemoths, and the fact that throughout it all, she managed to keep her cell phone signal.

Can you hear me now? Then treat yourself and see the movie. And if you’re a sucker for reality, and want to feel like you’re there in person, go to the IMAX presentation. At times, I really did feel present–and of course, wanted to reach out and pet Chris Pratt, if not the dinosaurs.