Carnosaur (1993)
AKA Carnosaurus
Starring Diane Ladd, Raphael Sbarge, Jennifer Runyon, Harrison Page, Ned Bellamy, Clint Howard, Frank Novak
Directed By Adam Simon
Hi folks. Welcome to today’s installment of “Shit My Dad Used to Rent.” Today we have 1993’s ultra-schlocky Dino-ploitation classic, Carnosaur. Now let’s not bullshit ourselves here, there is only one reason this film ever saw the light of day. Cranked out and released less than a year after Steven Spielberg’s mega blockbuster Jurassic Park, Carnosaur sought to take a T-Rex-sized bite out of the dino-mania propagated by that smash hit. Surprisingly, it is based on an Australian novel written six years before Michael Crichton’s bestseller ever saw the light of day, even though the film itself reeks of a shameless cash-in attempt.
But for a kid going through dinosaur withdrawal after Spielberg’s hit disappeared from theaters, imagine the shit-eating grin I must have had on my face when my dad brought this one home. I was a little put off by the ghetto-looking rubber T-Rex on the VHS sleeve, but with a title like Carnosaur it seemed like a dream come true. This would be Jurassic Park with a darker edge. As much as I loved watching Sam Neill and Jeff Goldblum run away from those carnivorous monsters, Jurassic Park had a severe shortage of what I think we all really wanted to see: dinosaurs eating people. I understand toning it down in order to secure that coveted PG-13 rating, but without blood and guts it amounted to a fun and suspenseful adventure, not the dino-horror film I think I was initially hoping for. But fuck it dudes, who needed Jurassic Park? I had Carnosaur now!
It’s not until some environmentalists chain themselves to a corporate bulldozer and unwittingly become helpless food for the hungry raptor that the film decides to forego its attempts to scientifically validate itself and instead concentrates on fun dinosaur attacks and its surprisingly bizarre plot (which unfortunately comes with the cost of more boring bio-talk).
When the film finally gets going, it definitely has its share of decent moments. An innocent security guard gets decapitated by a hungry dinosaur, an unsuspecting sheriff cracks open some tainted chicken eggs for breakfast, revealing tiny, wriggling dinosaur embryos inside, and Diane Ladd’s pet T-Rex escapes the facility and goes on a murderous rampage, ending in a climactic battle with a couple of high-powered bulldozers.
Special FX by John Buechler of Empire/Full Moon fame is actually halfway decent by B-standards. Animatronics and puppetwork are miles above previous low budget dinosaur outings. These clearly are not refined products of the Stan Winston studios, though. The dinosaurs suffer from mobility issues, which are simply disguised by not having the legs in frame. The shortcomings of the baby velociraptors are hidden by shooting their action scenes with blurry handheld camerawork, coupled with rapid-fire edits. The rampaging T-Rex seems to change size at will, but despite the scale inconsistencies it’s still good fun.
If you have the persistence and sheer fortitude to make it through the painfully meandering first half of the film, Carnosaur will deliver at least a few money shots before it’s over, and at the very least, amuse with its farfetched, bizzarro plot.