Jurassic World: Rebirth. The Clever Girl Strikes Again

Ben Sorensen
Jul 2
2 min read

Official Trailer. Jurassic World: Rebirth (2025)

Jurassic World: Rebirth Australian movie poster.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the paddock, Jurassic World: Rebirth stomps into cinemas with all the cinematic subtlety of a charging T. rex and, somehow, manages to make it feel like the chaos was entirely worth it. Yes, the franchise has been resurrected more times than a mosquito in amber, but this latest instalment is less a fossil cash grab and more a genuine evolutionary step forward.

Let’s start with the meat on the bones: the story. Rebirth is not just another exercise in prehistoric park mismanagement (though fear not, someone does press the wrong button). This one adds a fresh layer of purpose. There's character growth, actual stakes, and – gasp – a plot that doesn’t feel like it was cloned from a previous film. The writing feels more conscious, less ‘genetically modified chaos’ and more ‘what if dinosaurs were a metaphor for us again?’ Thematically, it’s a cheeky nod to our own extinction flirtations – climate, corporate greed, and over-reliance on tech. Life, uh… finds a way to comment on late-stage capitalism.

As for the dinos – ahhhh, the dinos. The effects team clearly went all-in. You feel the weight of every stomp, the intelligence behind every predator’s stare, and yes, the feathered ones finally get their cinematic due (palaeontologists, rejoice!). They’re not just background chaos-makers – they are characters now. And somehow, without overdoing it, the film manages to be both exciting and kind of… fun? Yes, fun. Like “scream while grinning” fun.

Performance-wise, the returning characters know exactly what they're doing (and we know exactly what we’re getting), while the new cast injects a dose of humanity and humour. There’s a sparkle of self-awareness in the script – a knowing wink to the audience without descending into parody.

If Jurassic World: Dominion felt like the franchise had gone extinct creatively, Rebirth is its DNA being spliced with actual intent. It’s a crowd-pleaser, yes, but one with teeth – not just in the velociraptors, but in the filmmaking itself. It's thrilling, surprisingly thoughtful, and most importantly, it earns its place in the franchise without needing to retcon everything just to justify its existence.

Jurassic World: Rebirth doesn’t just roar. It sings. And it's a song well worth hearing from the front row, popcorn flying.