Jurassic World Rebirth (2025) Saturday Monster Movies

Jurassic World: Rebirth arrives with the promise of giving new life to the franchise, yet what it delivers instead feels more like a video game than a story. The plot moves from objective to objective: here is the quest, here is the next challenge, here is the final boss. Characters are shuffled into place not as people but as pieces on a board. Relationships are introduced or reintroduced with the hope of emotional weight, but they ring hollow because they serve the mission rather than flow from it. Even the deaths in the film are predictable, since it is clear from the outset that none of the core seven characters will ever face true peril. When the captain makes his dramatic sacrifice near the end, we already know he will survive. What should be climactic becomes empty. Instead of awe or fear, we feel manipulation.

This absence of real threat is not just a flaw in storytelling, it drains the film of its moral imagination. Earlier entries in the series, even the weaker ones, had something to say about hubris, greed, or systems of power. They warned us against the arrogance of playing God, or the blindness of profiting from forces we cannot control. But Rebirth offers little beyond spectacle. Dinosaurs appear as obstacles, danger serves as a puzzle to be solved, and survival feels predetermined. The world is not alive with terror and wonder, it is flattened into a stage where the outcomes are scripted and safe.

Theologically, that hollowness is worth noticing. Human beings crave stories with weight because we know, deep down, that life itself carries real risk. Our choices matter, our sacrifices cost something, and our end is not guaranteed by narrative convenience. The gospel makes this plain in the cross. Christ’s death was not a set piece but a true offering. His resurrection was not predictable but a surprise that shook the world. In Him we see that sacrifice is not playacting and salvation is not preordained by the whims of a storyteller but given through costly grace.

Rebirth fails not only as a film but as a parable of reality. By reducing danger to checkpoints and sacrifice to tricks, it mirrors a culture that prefers the safe illusions of entertainment to the hard truths of risk and redemption. We may walk away entertained, but we are not challenged. We are not humbled. We are not moved to reflect on our place in creation. In the end, this film adds no new message to the series because it has forgotten how to tell one.