The seven “Jurassic Park” movies add up to a long parable of “what hath man wrought?” Yet, after watching de-extinct dinosaurs escape ultra-high-tech confinement and wreak havoc in movie after movie, it feels like the real lesson for the franchise’s scientists isn’t to stop playing God but to build better security systems.

Leave logic at the door as you step into “Jurassic World Rebirth,” which opens with an apparently cutting-edge dinosaur containment system being disabled by … a Snickers bar, whose wrapper flutters conspicuously in the breeze in an especially eye-gouging example of product placement.

It’s also recommended you leave behind any lingering hope that you might once again experience the wit and awe of Steven Spielberg’s original “Jurassic Park” from 1993. You’re paying to see giant creatures menace the protagonists, and on that level, “Jurassic World Rebirth” delivers.

The movie opens with a team assembling for an illegal mission to harvest DNA samples from living dinosaurs to use in pharmaceuticals. I didn’t even know the names of the characters for much of the movie, and it hardly mattered, because each one so thoroughly embodied an archetype.

Scarlett Johansson is Zora Bennett, an international gun-for-hire who has almost certainly committed atrocities, and whom the movie shoehorns into making us like by having her hatch a scheme to open-source the drugs and save their prices from being jacked up by pharmaceutical companies.

Aiding her is Dr. Henry Loomis (Jonathan Bailey), a sweet nerd who cares for the dinosaurs. Opposing her is venal corporate goon Martin Krebs (Rupert Friend). Things get more interesting when they hook up with a West Indian boat crew led by Duncan (Mahershala Ali) and including a crewman (Béchir Sylvain).

From there, the movie is divided into three tasks, each involving a different dinosaur target and each cribbing from a prior Spielberg movie.

First we have a hunt for a giant aquatic creature that purloins “Jaws.” Then we have a tense scene inside an ancient temple that recalls “Indiana Jones,” with Bailey grasping a giant pterosaur egg the same way Indy grabbed the treasure in “Raiders of the Lost Ark.”

Finally, there’s a magnificent tableau of titanosaurs, their long tails whipping in the wind to the triumphant John Williams theme that accompanied the first dinosaur sighting in “Jurassic Park,” as Henry cavorts among them with tears in his eyes. I liked this character, and I hope he gets his action-star turn in the next movie the way Jeff Goldblum did in “The Lost World.”That said, it’s hard to imagine how “Jurassic World” can up the ante from here. The movies are full of meta-commentary about how people want bigger and better entertainment. Recall the great shot in the original “Jurassic World” of a great white shark, star of “Jaws,” being eaten by an even larger sea beast.

In “Jurassic World Rebirth,” we encounter transgenic dinosaurs, apparently created to goose ticket sales at theme parks. One is a six-limbed tyrannosaur whose tiny arms are augmented by a pair of gorilla-sized ones, though we never see it vault and climb, instead spending most of its time skulking in the shadows.

Some critics have levied the reasonable complaint that a mutant hybrid creature is less terrifying than an apex predator from 65 million years ago, but most of the action in the movie involves the real thing, including a shipwrecked family’s scramble through the dinosaur-infested jungle.

We get some genuinely nerve-wracking scenes and a real sense of scale, likely because the director is Gareth Edwards, whose 2014 “Godzilla” made the title character into a genuine force of nature and whose 2016 “Star Wars” spinoff “Rogue One” turned the Death Star into a sort of kaiju.

This is a man who is really, really good at filming enormous threats bearing down on helpless humans, and if that’s something you like to see, go see “Jurassic World Rebirth” while it’s still in theaters. If you want wonder, wit and intelligence, you’re in the wrong franchise.