mostly david ephgrave

I managed to get my daily dose of escapism today watching the latest installment in the Jurassic Park franchise, ‘Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom’, or as I call it (in tribute to Goldblum returning to the castlist), ‘Jeffrassic Jeff’. While I thought it was great and, if anything, better than the last film, I must prefigure this by saying there wasn’t enough Jeff. But then, there never is. I don’t think any film in the history of cinema has had enough Jeff in it, even if you rolled all his screen work into one big Goldblum-a-thon; I once walked past him backstage at the Old Vic and even the corridor we were in didn't have enough Jeff in it, and Jeff was actually there. While Troy McClure's one-time fast-talking agent didn’t feature as much as I (or anyone with a pulse) would have liked, the film still gripped me throughout, and rivaled ‘The Lost World’ for the role of best sequel of the series. While they did a great job reimagining the series with ‘Jurassic World’ they’v...

I recently discovered that Jeff Goldblum’s middle name is Lynn. Everything else is now a footnote. Since learning this, I’ve not known what to do with myself. It’s the type of trivia that can change a man’s life. It’s probably akin to dropping acid; once you’ve done it, you never truly go back. Part of you changes irreversibly forever. Or so I’ve read. I’m not comfortable living in a world where Jeff Goldblum’s middle name is Lynn. It doesn’t seem right. I know I always have, as he predates me by twenty-nine years, but it’s different when you’re oblivious. You're not shouldering the burden. It’s not just Goldblum that's been ruined, but Jeff Lynne. Now, I can’t think of one without the other. They’ve become an amalgamation in my head: a dinosaur-and-alien-fighting fly with ginger hair and a Brummie accent. I once walked past Goldblum backstage at the Old Vic. That's two name-drops in one sentence. His middle name was Lyn...