If nothing else, 65 proves that Adam Driver plays a marvelous survival hero. He is excellent here. His co-star Ariana Greenblatt likewise does solid work during her action scenes, and writer-directors Scott Beck and Bryan Woods craft some strong individual set pieces. Unfortunately, the rest of 65 is awful. On paper, it’s a lean, propulsive creature feature with a solid emotional engine. In practice, it’s a draggy, dull, often-offscreen creature feature that repeatedly stymies Driver and Greenblatt’s bond-building. It handles its geography and movement so poorly that the urgency never clicks emotionally. The dinosaurs are similarly disappointing. They’re sharp-teethed narrative engines, not characters. Without personality, there’s only so scary the beasts can get—and by extension, only so satisfying that Mills and Koa triumphing over them can be. 65 is plodding, dull, and above all else, disappointing. It lets down Adam Driver’s excellent leading turn. It strands its well-constructed setpieces amidst poor storytelling and boring, character-free dinosaurs. Its by-design minimalist script gets caught up in telling and retelling a backstory that Driver’s performance already told and told well. “Adam Driver fights dinosaurs” is a neat idea for an exciting action/horror movie. 65‘s execution of that idea is decidedly poor.