Like sitting down to a big, pretty episode of something David Attenborough, but with the family in front of you stage-whispering their middle-class melodrama while you’re trying to watch. Scripting like a grade 8 poetry assignment. Also, random dinosaurs? Tried to get through this with Grace, but my Nature sure rolled its eyes a lot at the self-indulgent brooding & ultra-obvious symbolism. So very much not my thing.