25th Anniversary Memoir: "Jurassic Park"
by Lynn Lee
June 1993. It was my birthday, and I’d invited a group of my girl friends over for a small celebration that would include a movie outing. I don’t remember exactly why I picked Jurassic Park. I hadn’t read the book, I wasn’t yet a full-on movie buff, I didn’t like scary movies, and I wasn’t really into dinosaurs. Yet something about the tremendous buzz surrounding this “adventure 65 million years in the making” must have penetrated my social bubble because I remember us all being excited to see it.
Whatever our expectations were, Jurassic Park blew them away. From the moment that opening eerie chorus and single bamboo flute dissolved into the rustle of an unknown, unseen thing in a crate that within three minutes lay savage waste to one unfortunate worker, we were all transfixed in our seats and couldn’t have moved if our lives had depended on it...