That mathematician, Malcom, is smart and unlucky. Or lucky? Maybe both. Returning to such an island were you know nothing will go according to plan is borderline crazy. Not to mention that a small non-military team agreed to go in an island full of T-rex in a freaking camping car.
Anyway, dinosaurs... the movie is about dinosaurs and saliva is always dripping off the mouth. Absolutely gorgeous scenes all over the movie. At least the plot is somewhat believavle.
The problem is once again the stupidity off people. Careless and immature there is always someone that will make things worse for everyone.
Beginning with the child were she came along to the nightmare island hidden in the car. Well she does not count, she is a kid. Who had the idea to kidnap a T-rex cub in order to play doctor? No-one thought mama and papa would come after the cub? No? Ok. When the military group walked in the valley of death, the raptors began eating them one by one. Each person that died never screamed as a reflex to alert the others. A dinosaur bites your leg but you must be quiet because it is midnight. Ok. What about the guy that let the captured the huge T-rex free just by pressing a button? A policeman just screwed a major city of the US. Also a dinosaur demolishes a wall at midnight and only a kid in the whole neighborhood woke up. Only my neighbor calls the police when I drop a spoon when I have late cravings. At least someone set the course of the ship containing the T-rex to automatically reach the dock with no captain. Enough said about stupidity.
We have an unforgettable hunter here. The non-military alpha male who leads the military team. What a bad-ass. Seeking glory and giving orders even an all-stat villain would envy.
However you came to see dinosaurs and you see both quantity and quality. The raptors are smart, the T-rex have parent instincts and everyone is hungry. Small mistakes but everything forgiveable because this is Jurassic park.
"Malcolm: It's fine if you wanna put your name on something but STOP putting it on other people's headstones."
"Tembo: Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions: first, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Dieter is. All you have to do is sign the checks, tell us we're doing a good job, and open your case of scotch when we have a good day. Second condition: my fee? You can keep it. All I want in return for my services is the right to hunt one of the tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck only. How and when is my business. Now if you don't like either of those conditions, you're on your own. So go ahead, set up base camp right here, or in a swamp, or in the middle of a Rex nest for all I care. But I've been on too many safaris with rich dentists to listen to any more suicidal ideas, OK?"