By the life of me, I don’t understand how’s possible that this movie was ever cleared for production.
The concept is simple, and shamefully Stephen King-esque: a portion of a small suburban town gets teleported into a not particularly well-defined “age of dinosaurs,” and the small family has to fend for their lives while running from a mix of beasts who lived in very different ages of our past.
The movie is conveniently set in 1982, because we haven’t learned to write science-fiction in the age of the internet and we’re still relying on people looking for stations on their radio, and I swear it’s just your run-of-the-mill horror with dinosaurs, including people doing stupid stuff and running around with a shotgun, not collaborating with each other and dying stupid deaths, with a sprinkle of time travelling done wrong. Anne Hathaway clearly has a mortgage to pay, and Ewan McGregor was probably just having fun because of the dinosaurs, bless his soul. Dead dinosaurs in a museum are definitely more exciting than this.
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