To prepare for your weekend viewing of the surprisingly satisfying Jurassic World, you can either A) go back and watch Jurassic Park, or B) relive the 1993 classic through the intense, almost frighteningly detail-oriented mind of a kid. You can only choose one. Don’t fuck it up.

A few times a month, I watch big-budget blockbusters that ultimately underwhelm me because they are corny, cynical, insulting to my intelligence, and otherwise ludicrous. Jurassic World, the first new Jurassic Park movie in 14 years and fourth film in the franchise overall, is all of those things at one point or another but I’m willing to forgive its (relatively sporadic) flaws for one simple and humongous reason: DINOSAURS.