To me, Michael Crichton and Jurassic Park conjure up images completely separate from one another. When I think of Michael Crichton, I'm more likely to think towards things like a talking orangutan from Next, or an ER room (like in ER). Jurassic Park, on the other hand, brings back my childhood, and my favorite thing when I was a kid; dinosaurs.
Growing up, I wanted to bee a paleontologist. I wanted to spend my whole life digging up dinosaur bones and obsessing over facts about dinosaurs! Like Dr. Grant, my favorite dinosaur is and always has been the velociraptor. They were, like he mentions several times, incredibly intelligent. They never hunted alone, and never left an ambush without a meaty snack.
My favorite scenes from the movie are, when the Tyrannosaurus attacks everyone while they are in their safari jeeps, and when the velociraptors are in pursuit of the kids, while they are in the kitchen. These scenes bring up an awful lot of intensity and suspense to the movie. Nothing causes one's heart to race like standing face-to-face with a Tyrannosaurus while it breathes snot in your face, or being pursued by velociraptors with a lust for blood.
In the end, everyone (except the cowardly businessman, and the unloyal computer programmer) is safe, sound, and alive. Ian is injured greatly by the Tyrannosaurus's attack, but in towards the end, we realize that he is alright and only suffered a few injuries. They return to a helicopter, realizing that maybe an amusement park filled with living, breathing dinosaurs, and minimal security may not be a good idea... yet.
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