Jurassic World Rebirth review

If you're expecting Jurassic World Rebirth to reinvent the dino-wheel… bless your optimistic heart. It won’t. But if you’re here for genetically juiced-up reptiles, gratuitous island chaos, and humans doing deeply questionable science while pretending nature can be contained—welcome home.

This installment kicks off with your classic “wealth + hubris = catastrophe” formula. Our financiers fund a crew of brilliant, morally wobbly scientists who splice extinct species like they’re designing combat pets. Leading the charge is Zora Bennett (Scarlett Johansson), a dino-Lara Croft type who never met a mutated predator she couldn’t stare down in tactical cargo pants. Bobby Atwater (Ed Skrein) joins as the sample-snatching daredevil with a quiet menace—he’s a seasoned mercenary and former head of security aboard Duncan Kincaid’s ship, The Essex. 

Martin Krebs (Rupert Friend), meanwhile, lurks as a shady financier whose moral compass was not only broken—it was probably sold off for spare parts. He’s the kind of guy who’ll shake your hand one minute and orchestrate something unspeakable the next, all while keeping his collar crisp. Let’s just say: if someone’s in his way, even if they’re under five feet tall and wearing friendship bracelets… they’re not safe. He makes velociraptors look more trustworthy—at least they’re upfront about wanting to eat you. And then there’s Dr. Henry Loomi (Jonathan Bailey), the biomechanical engineer who spends half the film walking around on a sightseeing tour while taking samples and the other half deeply regretting it.

The team's Captain Duncan Kincaid (Mahershala Ali) is a rogue sailor with soulful eyes, ocean-wisdom, and a mysterious past involving shipwrecks and stolen hearts. He is truly a man who does not give in to peer pressure. It's his boat, and he can do whatever he wants. This group teams up in search of blood from three different species of dinosaurs living on a secluded island.

While the team is headed on their mission, they take a small detour to help the stranded Delgado family, victims of bad yacht luck and even worse timing. Reuben Delgado (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo) is the dad whose instincts are questionable but somehow keep everyone alive longer than statistically expected. Teresa Delgado (Luna Blaise), the teen big sister, portrays a stereotyipical teenager who is only forcused on her stoner boyfriend named Zak.  Zak maintains an eerie sense of calm, mostly because of his use of herbal pharmaceuticals. 

And then there’s Isla—the youngest sibling with a heart too big and survival instincts too soft. She bonds with a genetically unstable dinosaur whose behavior screams “Do not pet,” but the emotional connection between the two somehow works. 

Now, let’s talk mutation. These are not your grandma’s dinosaurs. Nope—these bad boys appear smarter, stronger, and vengeful. And yes, there are winged and aquatic variants lurking near the edges of the island like they’ve got sequel contracts waiting to be signed. The real chaos kicks off when our pseudo-ethical task force randomly rescues a stranded family from a yacht explosion. Because why not throw a wholesome dad, panicked child, precocious teenager, and a stoner into the mix? It’s not a Jurassic movie until innocent people get dragged into the carnage for no discernible reason. 

The family subplot lands with all the emotional depth of a paper towel commercial. Their presence feels like a last-minute plot patch—awkwardly inserted and narratively disposable, adding little more than screen time.

Visually though? The CGI is downright evolutionary. Each scale glistens, every droplet sparkles, and claw swipes slice through the air with unnerving realism—like the dinosaurs signed a high-def skincare contract with Pixar.

And the action? Imagine a rollercoaster designed by a sleep-deprived adrenaline junkie who's three Red Bulls deep. It’s wild, relentless, and occasionally teeters on the edge of cinematic chaos—but in a good way. By the end of the film, I wanted so badly for everyone to meet their end to a prehistoric mutant. However, I did sort of like Duncan, I guess but that's about it. 

Is this cinematic brilliance? Absolutely not. But is it popcorn-worthy chaos that hits just the right notes of nostalgia, adrenaline, and ridiculousness? Yep. If you've stuck with the franchise this far, there's no reason to tap out now. Rebirth doesn’t change the game, but it does what Jurassic movies do best: remind us that dinosaurs and humans should never mix… unless it’s for entertainment purposes. So, grab your snacks and suspend your disbelief. You’ve got mutated monsters to meet.

I give this movie 3 out of 5 acorns.