Pardon me for what may seem like a complete digression but I just thought of this analogy and I think it's perfect....
This movie is a Pterodactyl. Hear me out.
Imagine this... you have a dinosaur egg... you don't know what's in it.... it could be any dinosaur. Your mind is going crazy with the possibilities. Maybe it's a T-Rex. Maybe it's a velociraptor.
The egg starts to shake. Holy shit whatever dinosaur is in there is about to come busting through. Your heart is racing. This is nuts... a dinosaur?! These things have been extinct for millions of years and here you are about to witness one being born. This is truly wild.
The egg cracks a little. You hear a tiny shriek. Cute... but also foreign in a way you know is the noise only a dinosaur could make. The egg cracks a little more. A smile envelopes your face as you feel more and more like John Hammond in that baby raptor birthing scene in Jurassic Park. You even adopt a Scottish accent as you encourage the little dino, "Push! Push!"
A small beak pokes through. With little effort you break off the top portion of the egg shell revealing the reptilian infant.
It's a f***ing Pterodactyl.
You see... some might be excited at this discovery. Hey it can fly... that's pretty cool, right? I mean it's a dinosaur... that in itself should be enough to merit extreme awe and praise. However... in the back of your mind... not even that far back... you wish it was a T-rex or a velociraptor.
Basically what I'm saying is this movie was pretty cool but it could have been cooler.
6/10
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