Connective tissue between CGI-heavy set-pieces is perfunctory at best... and usually reliable David Koepp’s script bogged down with flat humour, paper-thin characters and plot holes so vast a T-Rex could amble through them.

It’s sloppy, sappy, frenetic, charmless, plotless, derivative and devoid of surprise and characters to give a damn about, but oh those dinosaurs!

The result is not quite an extinction event-level disaster for the franchise, but neither is it a strong argument for its continuation.

With the spirit of a matinee and pulp magazine, a summery heart, and a nostalgic roar, Jurassic World Rebirth may (at least for now) have found a formula to restore some dignity to the Jurassic lineage. [Full review in Spanish]