Millions of years ago, wolves made films for Quintin to watch. Those films contained terrible acting, scientifically inaccurate stop-motion dinosaurs, and more misogyny than you could shake a hastily crafted spear at. Starring a cast of people you’ve never heard of harassing the local dinosaur population of a distant planet that looks a lot like the Californian desert, will this film kill us all? Or will we triumph, like raccoons on the plateau?