There’s a consequence to staying at your high school class reunion until 5 in the morning and not getting home until 5:45 a.m. It really fucks with your sleep schedule the next day. I was a zombie all day Saturday, napping here and there and trying to catch up on sleep, but at 1 a.m. I was wide awake.
All the formulaic plot developments are here. The sheriff of this small town has some Native American blood in him, and the locals encourage him to get back in touch with his cultural roots to stop the dinosaurs from running amok. He has a wild-child daughter who dates the local ne'er-do-well. The townspeople do stupid things -- when someone's trailer gets knocked over and he hears roaring noises outside, he goes outside to investigate. There's that scene that's nothing but 5 minutes of exposition about the tribe and how only they know how to kill these living skeletons. And of course, they kill the skeletons at about 2:55 a.m., only to realize at 2:57 a.m. that they didn't quite kill all of them.
The only upset in the movie was that the obnoxious, arrogant university president with the British accent survives the carnage. I consider this a real missed opportunity. But other than that, a good cure for insomnia. On cheese value alone, I give this movie a 4.
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