Let me begin with this.
Jurassic World Rejuvenation was a good movie. I liked it. The pacing worked, the story made good sense, and the dinosaurs did what they were supposed to do. For a summer season hit, it inspected all packages. I was drawn right into the globe they built; at the very least, I intended to be.
Yet something maintained pulling me appropriate back out.
The location.
Initially, the film informs us that the American family members is cruising their catamaran from Barbados to Cape Community. That information is not just arbitrary. It establishes the entire place for the very first part of the story. It positions us in the South Atlantic Ocean, someplace near the equator, in a remote stretch of water between the Caribbean and the shore of southern Africa. That location has its own feel: isolated, rugged, huge.
But what we see on display does not look anything like that.
The cliffs, the forest, the towns, also the watercrafts; whatever appeared like Southeast Asia. It felt like we were off the coast of Thailand or somewhere near Indonesia. The visuals were spectacular. Gorgeous coasts. Thick eco-friendly forests. Intense blue water. Yet it did not match the part of the world the tale claimed we remained in.