Part I: I'll take a bucket of extra crispy, hold the slaw.
This movie is actually a documentary on genetically altering the food supply. The main scientific premise put forth in the film is that our wonderfully fantastic dinos are descended from birds. Sam Neil states as much in his little rant to scare the stupid kid early on at the dig site. The film ends with a flock of birds soaring in the air. So what we actually have is a kind of island coop for all these giant birds.
Now throw Colonel Sanders into the mix. I know the film showed Mr Secret Recipe himself as a kind of jolly old Genetic Research Tycoon or something...but he is clearly Colonel Sanders, and what does Colonel sanders want...you guessed it, a massive chicken coop for massive scaly chickens. Think how much he could charge for a T-Rex drumstick combo meal.
From what I understand, Crichton actually had teamed up with Michael Pollan in a joint effort to research the shady goings on at KFC. The original title to the book was actually Jurassic Lunch (I'm not kidding, google it). When KFC caught wind of this, they shut the operation down and paid Crichton a heavy sum to make it look he was going after the amusement park industry and not the food industry. Even though Crichton sold out, he still threw in a backhand to the Colonel; if you read the book, the Colonel actually gets eaten by some dinosaurs and then one of them growled afterwards, and I quoting now "in a way that almost sounded human, that almost sounded like it uttered, tastes like chicken."
Don't be fooled, down with KFC!
Part II: Computers can do what in 1993?
