Twelve Movies for My Exile on Isla Nublar
A pop culture prompt shortlisting my choices for repeat viewing pleasure after dodging dinosaurs on a dangerous island
“I spared no expense!” No, John Hammond, you sure didn’t! And because I figured out that the entrance to your super-survival bunker was under the ice cream freezer, I don’t regret pulling the plug on living with the madness of today’s civilization.
I watched your movies over and over, knowing that you left Easter Eggs scattered about your jungle paradise turned apocalypse. I understood that the dinosaur game was only a front for your true plans. The frantic fans filled your bank account with cash, which you funnelled and then tunnelled into the island so you could live out your days in peace, safety, and, of course, comfort.
“Everything is provided; you won’t want for anything,” you said. But then I watched your eyes wander, a finger tapping your lips, then your palm closed over the amber sphere on your cane and jabbed the air, pointing at my chest. “It occurred to me that I could not have anticipated everything; there are shipping containers filled with food, and walls of every room are lined with bookshelves, providing a library of 30,000 volumes rich across every subject and genre of fiction and nonfiction. There are millions…
