In what is now the seventh installment of the Jurassic saga — rebadged as Jurassic World to denote the presence and prevalence of dinosaurs beyond island enclosures (pray Universal never dreams up a Jurassic Multiverse) — screenwriter David Koepp, who penned the original 1993 adaptation, cements the classic’s central message that some relics are best left in the past.

As the subtitle Rebirth suggests, the film assembles a fresh crew of daring but dim-witted explorers to serve primarily as dino fodder. It opens with a preposterous prologue in which a candy wrapper gets sucked into an air vent and, somehow, triggers a total power reset at a research center — releasing a genetically engineered mega-dinosaur that looks like a cross between Ridley Scott’s Alien and a T-Rex.