Poor Tyrannosaurus Rex, you find yourself thinking, when the creature finally makes her appearance in Jurassic World. The old girl never had to deal with this nonsense 22 years ago. A crowd of brightly dressed holidaymakers is standing inside a viewing gallery that’s been decorated to look like a fallen tree trunk, and they’re staring down expectantly at a goat that’s been tethered to a feeding platform.
From the depths of the surrounding jungle comes the thoom-thoom-thoom of giant claws on mud – and then, with a sinew-tightening shriek, the creature bursts into shot in all her prehistoric glory. Or at least, a leg does, and a bit of flank, and possibly a flash of teeth. Because for us T-Rex remains somewhere behind the clamour of cameraphones and flailing arms; an ageing tourist attraction, just agonisingly out of sight.
Teenager Zach (Nick Robinson), one of the film’s small herd of main characters, isn’t even looking: he’s engrossed in his mobile, and doesn’t so much as deign to turn his head. The first Jurassic Park film, directed by Steven Spielberg and adapted from the best-selling Michael Crichton novel, was released in the summer of 1993 – which in blockbuster terms might as well be the late Cretaceous.