Oh God, not another high-concept, abstracted, over-intellectual film supposedly aimed at children. I am sick to death of stories like this that go way over the heads of…

I can’t even keep a straight face. It’s Pixar. They’re back. They made another stunning work of art. But I wouldn’t be a critic if I didn’t have SOME problems with it, right?

It’s already difficult enough to talk about “Jurassic World” without comparing it to the first and most loved installment in the franchise. In a perfect world, I’d be able to see this movie as its own entity, be able to judge it on its own merits. But I can’t. Not because I have any particular attachment to “Jurassic Park”, not because I have anything against reboots in general, but because this newest version of “dinosaurs wreak havoc” will not let me forget about the films that came before.

The last Paul Feig/Melissa McCarthy collaboration I saw was “The Heat”. I enjoyed watching it, and it made me chuckle every once in a while, but I appreciated it more on principle than I actually did as a film in the end. Feig had all the pieces for a good film in his hand, but he hadn’t quite figured out how to use them effectively.

Now I can say after watching “Spy” that Feig has figured out how to best utilize his skills, and those of his collaborators. I feel as though he’s given me a gift; since the start of this year, this is the first film I’ve reviewed in theaters that made me want to turn back around after it was over so I could watch it again.