This article contains light spoilers for Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom.
I like to imagine a bunch of movie executives around a large table, Chinese food cartons everywhere, the boss pacing, shouting, "Come on people, we need ideas!" How to keep the Jurassic franchise going when this already implausible series has, regardless of its profitability, become parody? There can't be another park, and people just can't stumble onto the island. What about, I dunno... activists? Those troublemakers are always complicating things, right? "Sure thing, boss, the activists!"
And thus, extracted from the amber of laziness, enough of a story to propel the summer sequel to 2015's Jurassic World emerges. The island, you see, is on an active volcano, and it's about to spew. All that hubris will do it, I guess. When the island dies, so will its inhabitants, and they include every resurrected dino that munched up tourists from the last movie.
Let them sink? Most sane people would say yes. But in Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, not the granola-chomping twerps of the Dinosaur Protection Group led by (surprise!) Claire Dearing (Bryce Dallas Howard), the Jurassic World exec from the last movie now lobbying Congress to save the dinosaurs from going re-extinct. She gets an offer from a bedridden multizillionaire, Benjamin Lockwood (James Cromwell), via his majordomo (Rafe Spall). His private military will extract the dinos from the dying island and place them somewhere safe. (Should Claire trust this? Director J.A. Bayona may as well flash "Don't trust them!" across the screen.) But for the mission to be successful, there's someone she'll need on her team. Cut to Chris Pratt's Owen Grady, dinosaur trainer extraordinaire, off in the wilderness, hammering wood beams together to build a house.