This isn’t Jurassic Park . It’s meaner. It’s darker. And for a lot of people in 1997, it was a huge disappointment.

Critics hated this. They said it jumped the shark. But look closer: Spielberg is showing us what we actually wanted. We spent the first two movies asking, "What if a dinosaur escaped to the mainland?" He gave us the answer. It’s absurd, yes, but it’s also the most expensive B-movie ever made. A T-Rex in a Godzilla stomp through San Diego is pure, unapologetic pulp fun. Let’s be honest: The gymnastics scene (a teenager kick-knocks a raptor out a window) is laughably bad. The supporting cast is thin compared to the original. And killing Eddie Carr (the poor field equipment guy) by being torn in half by two T-Rexes is so shockingly brutal it borders on mean-spirited.

And two decades later, it’s a lot more fun than we remember.