Jurassic Park was one of the possibly 6 movies we had on VHS at my house growing up. Did we watch it at least once a week for a few years straight? Sure, we didn't have Netflix, OnDemand, Hulu, Vudu - we also didn't have voodoo, or money. Our cinematic minds weren't tainted then by Computer Generated Imagery and motion-capture. We were thrilled to be breathing amongst the T-Rex's like never before. Precisely why for the much-anticipated next installment of the franchise executive produced by its own Steven Spielberg, I wanted Velociraptors not Veloci craptors . Getting the director of the sci-fi indie Safety Not Guaranteed ( Colin Trevorrow ) was a clever choice. One could hope for a big budget with an indie heart. Jurassic World returns us to Isla Nublar, where the new owner of the dino park has asked his scientists to create a bigger & better experience for its declining attendees, unaware that some of his staff have become Dr. Frankenstein's. In an eff