Off to see Jurassic World this weekend? Canvas columnist James Griffin pens his own NZ dino-rampage blockbuster.
The week sees the release of the mega-Hollywood tent-pole film Jurassic World: Did Those Damn Meddling Scientists Learn Nothing From The First Three Films? This iteration of the dino-rampage genre has Andy Dwyer (aka Starlord) from Guardians of Parks and Recreation in the role of the one guy who manages not to get eaten by running the fastest. And I am so there.
In fact, so excited am I that they have archaeologically dug up the dino-rampage film genre that I have entered into the spirit of things by coming up with my own idea for a New Zealand dino-rampage film, except without actual dinosaurs, because my film is called Jurassic Kiwi.
Jurassic Kiwi is set, initially at least, in the grounds of the Otorohanga Kiwi House and Native Bird Park. This wonderful place, easily in the top 10 tourist destinations in New Zealand, is normally a peaceful haven where one can wander New Zealand's largest dome aviary without fear of getting pecked to death by genetically modified kiwi. Because, yes, in my film it is New Zealand's quirky national bird that gets a DNA makeover, turning it into an unstoppable killing machine that somehow, ultimately, gets stopped.
Our story starts, as so many of these stories do, with good intentions. An employee at the Kiwi House, Murph, is a former genetic scientist with a troubled past, seeking refuge from his previous life and who just really likes New Zealand native wildlife. And because so many of the animals at the Otorohanga Kiwi House are examples of endangered species Murph can't help but use his genetic engineering skills, after hours, in an attempt to give our normally placid native wildlife the weapons to fight introduced predators.