Steve Brusatte spends his days inside contradiction.
As a paleontologist, he reads the fossil record. Dinosaurs began as small, marginal creatures, no bigger than a house cat, scurrying through the rubble after the Permian extinction 250 million years ago. For 100 million years they remained minor players before the environment shifted and they expanded.
Then he consults for Jurassic World. The cameras roll. The creatures on screen are massive, dominant, terrifying—nothing like the early record, everything like what we imagine power to be.
Brusatte is accessible, prolific, direct about what the evidence actually shows. He has written two popular books. The knowledge is available, yet the gap persists between fossil truth and Hollywood spectacle. But that assumes audiences want accuracy at all—that the function of dinosaurs is to be true.
Watch what dinosaurs actually do in culture. They are vessels carrying our extinction anxiety, standing in for power we fear losing, representing deep time in ways our minds cannot hold alone. Accuracy would diminish them. A dinosaur that was small and marginal for 100 million years, then lucky enough to expand into a niche, tells us something we don't want to hear about dominance and time—that size is temporary, that rule is contingent, that we might be insignificant for almost all of human history and never know it. So we keep the monsters and ignore the fossils, not because we didn't get the message. Because we got it perfectly and chose a different story instead.
Accuracy would diminish them.