Dear Jurassic World Rebirth
a letter to a monster movie
Dear Jurassic World Rebirth,
It’s been 3 days since mystery movie Monday and I’m still thinking about you.
You know I love sitting in a dark theater to see a big monster movie. The thrill of foot quakes and roars (although tbh Godzilla’s roar is my favorite). The greedy bad guys not winning, nature finding it’s way. Oh and you got me with some pretty good jump scares this time, and that darker note about nature and humans, specifically that the earth will find its way with or without us.
Have I ever told you about the monster dreams I had as a kid? Mostly they were unseen giants, and somehow even in my dreams I knew how to hide from them. I guess you would say I found a way.
But some days those darker notes are more difficult to hide from.
It was the third movie. I don’t know if you remember, but it was the first time we brought someone else. She was tucked away safe, hidden (even now so many years later I don’t want to write the P word). In her muted hideaway, she kicked and rolled and poked me while the room around us quaked and roared. Maybe she would’ve liked dinosaur movies too.
She is a big thing I’ve never been able to hide from (oh how I try).
Sometimes nature doesn’t find a way.
Sometimes the bad guys win.
Sometimes I will cry at a monster movie
thinking about mysteries suspended in amber.
Until we meet again,
Coleen