To tell you the truth, I wasn't all that interested in seeing "Jurassic Park" in the summer of 1993. The movie that had me riled? "Last Action Hero." No, seriously. (And I'm a pretty big apologist for that Arnold Schwarzenegger actioner to this very day.) So I didn't even see Steven Spielberg's dinosaur spectacle in the theater when it was released.
Of course awareness was high. You couldn't escape it. TV commercials, toy stores, fast food tie-ins, it was everywhere. And in short order, it became the second-highest grossing film of all time, behind "E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial," giving Spielberg the one-two punch atop the domestic chart. This was before "Star Wars" saw a re-release four years later, which would take George Lucas' space epic past both Spielberg films, before "Titanic" would come along later and blow everything out of the water.
But back to "Jurassic Park," I caught up with it on VHS. And of course, I fell in love with it. For those in my generation, it was a pretty undeniable element. For my part, I gave that tape a workout, watching it countless times over the years. And when a chance came to see it projected on 35mm in film school, I leapt at the opportunity.