imagine your favorite animal is giraffes. You adore giraffes, and have dedicated a sizable chunk of your life to learning everything there is to know about giraffes. You are a giraffe expert.
Now imagine that there was a highly influential movie about giraffes released a couple decades ago, one that spawned an entire giraffe franchise. People would expect you to be ecstatic, but you can’t be. Why?
Because the giraffe movie made giraffes thirty feet tall, purple monsters with rams horns and bare skin. Because the giraffe movie said the giraffe’s closest relative is the blue whale. Because the giraffe movie featured an idiot mathematician who knows nothing about giraffes who talks about how a giraffe-themed theme park was always doomed to fail because “chaos theory”.
and the majority of people who see that movie accept that as what giraffes are like. everywhere you go, you see purple giraffe toys with horns. People make weird guttural screams and say they’re making giraffe sounds. People protest actual giraffe facts in favor of what was featured in this giraffe movie. And when you complain that that’s not what giraffes were like, people shut you up and say “calm down, it’s just a movie, it doesn’t have to be realistic” even though the movie presented everything about those giraffes as direct fact and most people took it as such. People call you a giraffe pedant for hating that movie and what it did to giraffes, and paint you as irrational.
in case it wasn’t glaringly obvious, that’s what Jurassic Park is like to me.