Why is my heart racing?
da-na na naa na, da-na na naa na.
That's the Jurassic Park theme song. You're humming it now, right?
Sam Neill died this week, and to honour his work, I decided to watch Jurassic Park. Maybe not his best work (what accent was he going for?), but definitely a dose of nostalgia for this 90s kid.
Did you know Sam Neill was 45 when they filmed that??
Anyway, he's not why my heart is racing. The movie is! It's been many years since I've seen it. More than a decade, maybe two, and I don't remember the opening scenes with the boring lawyer, but I do remember the T.rex.
I remember the T. rex and the water trembling in the glass. I remember the raptors opening doors and clacking around the kitchen. Even knowing what was coming, my heart was still racing. Suspense and tension were building.
What was going to happen next? I obviously know what happens next, I've seen it before, but that didn't stop my heart rate elevating as everyone had to run, stand very still, or hide.
Maybe that's the magic of Jurassic Park. It still holds up today, even against newer technology and better effects. When the glass starts trembling, some part of me is a kid again: wide-eyed, tense, and waiting for the roar.
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