The year is 1995. Cinemas thrive. The success of Jurassic Park has awakened in America a panicked and perverse need for stories about playing God and then being horribly consumed by primal life forms beyond our control. And like a jazz drummer with a kilo of Horse, Michael Crichton is there to supply a terrified population with its fix in the form of a movie where Tim Curry gets eaten by gorillas. Join Will and Sam for a look into one of ape-based cinema's proudest achievements.
