Watching Jurassic Park. I think this movie will always be scary for me. My heart's been racing for the past hour. I remember the first time I saw it-- in the theater-- I dug my nails into my own cheeks so hard, it drew blood. It's the scene with the kids and the raptors in the kitchen that really does me in, but the whole thing is terrifying, once the park starts to go to hell.
Here's a question: Let's say you are stupid enough to build a dinosaur park with many things that would love to have you for a snack. Why in the world keep your fuse box in a deserted little shed, half a jungle away from the main building? And why, for the love of god, build your raptor cage right next to the emergency bunker? Even the simplest elements of this park were not well planned. It was obviously doomed from the beginning.
And god, that girl Lex can shriek.
Gotta go, we have raptors.
(which reminds me of a line from a favorite film of mine that was also co-written by Crichton: "I gotta go Julia, we got cows.")
Oh god, Sam Neill, do not leave those children alone.
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