Dip the 3D glasses in the sink and hand them fresh to the patrons. Watch as they find a speckle of water on their lenses and force themselves to smooth out the warp of plastic in the novelty size visors. To no avail of course, merely on there to spur them to wipe clean and wipe away the smear between them and the massive drop of a theatre screen otherwise known as the LG IMAX screen. Massive, and clearly the kind of screen all gamers should throw up on as they look for the super hidden secret whistle for that plumber from Brooklyn loves his fluting so.
Donald Sutherland, father of Keifer, and man with a hairy face to match an equally hairy voice. Perfect for narration on documentaries. And here, on the typical creatures wandering around times of the prehistoric, them goliaths which predate the mutant spawn over in Japan they call Godzilla. Here there be monsters known as dinosaurs. And in particular, with a name for Dinosaurs 3D: Giants of Patagonia, them roaming the wilds of Argentina.
Follow the adventures of a moustache made into a professor on the continuing hunt for dinosaur and fossil related answers where there is no mention of tapping the bones for more crude oil.
Short of watching backside drop slides from the various dinosaurs under the documentary spotlight, the film captures the scaly adventures of a few different types, although within limits to mere players in the scheme of generalising the overall life and movement of the giant creatures.
Chunky stock chocolate wise and giving, plot and a general connection toward the actual characters feels short, slight and the stuff of mere information presented in the form of an education romp. Playful in parts, droll in a few and no more action that off panel deaths, the whole bread loaf which comes cawing down the side makes this film an interesting lesson to gawk at.
Reviewed on Friday, 15 June 2007