There was a period of my life when I was watching Jurassic Park on practically a weekly basis. It was the year after graduating from college, and my friends and I had a tradition of popping in the DVD whenever we couldn’t think of anything else to do — which was admittedly often. At one point, we managed to watch the movie more than a dozen times in the course of a single month and it got to the level that we were quoting the entire movie along with it like some crazed cult. Naturally, we also developed a drinking game to go with the film, because what goes better together than dinosaurs and alcohol? (Had the park actually made it to opening day, I’m sure they would have sold $15 beers in giant souvenir tricera-cups.)