I fucking love Jurassic Park.
As a child raised with the perception that dinosaurs were absolutely the coolest shit ever, Steven Spielberg’s Jurassic Park was, and still is, the perfect film to appeal to my young dinosaur loving self.
I suppose it also helped that the movie was legitimately good too.
Anyway, this post isn’t about Jurassic Park as a whole, if it were you’d have to pack your sleeping bag just to read it.
Seriously, this is one movie that I really can talk about FOR-EV-ER.
No, today, we’re going to be talking about a man among men.
A man so manly, even the biggest and most clever of Velociraptor pride leaders wouldn’t dare challenge him without the aid of a comrade.
A man so manly, every hat he owns, even his baseball caps; flip up on one side like a slouch hat.
A man so manly, even the mighty Samuel L. Jackson dare not challenge his authority when told to be “quiet.”
A man so manly, he can drive stick.
That’s right ladies and gentleman, today we pay tribute to the manliest of manly men, the paragon of pimp, the head game warden and “great white hunter” of John Hammond’s (Richard Attenborough) Jurassic Park:
In short, Muldoon is THE SHIT.
You thought Donnie Yen was badass?
Next to Muldoon he’s a fucking choir boy.
A CHOIR BOY.
Though he was only in handful of scenes, Muldoon nevertheless made a huge impression on me, even as a child.
Personally, I think most of that had to do with the fact that he wore a slouch/Aussie hat, which was something I just happened to think was really fuckin’ cool back in the day.
Still kinda’ do, now that you mention it…
Anyway, Muldoon is a hard-ass throughout most of Jurassic Park, but he’s a loveable hard-ass.
Y’know, he’s that kind of asshole where you’re all like:
But after a few seconds you’re all like:
He was the rock of the major players in Jurassic Park.
While everyone else panicked, he just kind of gritted his teeth and toughed it out.
Oh yeah, and then licked his lips, involuntarily twitched his eye, and seemingly intentionally tried his best to scare the ever loving shit out of everyone around him.
Y’know, hero stuff.
Anyway, as we all know, Robert Muldoon met his demise at the hands of yet another blatant case of a Spielberg-ian spite killing.
That is, he tracked a Velociraptor in the jungle, only to be flanked by a second raptor much in the same way that Alan Grant (Sam Neill) flat out TOLD US this would happen to someone at some point in the movie:
Poo poo on Muldoon for missing Grant’s informative and decidedly not kid-friendly paleontological spiel at the beginning of the movie.
I suppose it didn’t help either that he decided to wait until the absolute last moment to set up the stock to his SPAS 12.
In retrospect, he probably should’ve done that before he even set foot in the jungle, or failing that, he probably could’ve at least tried to fire it sawed-off style.
Either way, shoulda’ woulda’ coulda’ doesn’t mean a whole lot when you’re gettin’ mauled by one seriously pissed off raptor.
Oh well, at least he got to kill the Tyrannosaur and a shit ton of raptors WITH A FUCKIN’ GRENADE LAUNCHER in the book.
Oh yeah, and then there was that whole part where, y’know, he lived at the end of the book.
Thanks for that Michael Crichton (R.I.P.).
Anyway, the real reason for this post, is to honor the memory of the actor who portrayed Robert Muldoon, Bob Peck.
I was informed today by a co-worker (the same one that inspired me to take on the Top 100 Goriest Films) that Mr. Peck had died of cancer on the 4th of April, 1999.
I may be 11 years or so late, but this post is my way of honoring his memory.
Sadly, I can’t say I’ve ever seen Mr. Peck in any other film’s or TV series, as most of his roles were in British exclusive productions.
Even so, I don’t think I’m alone when I say that, his performance as Muldoon was pretty much all I needed to see of him to forever believe he was THE SHIT.
That being said, Bob Peck, Robert Muldoon, you shall henceforth be forever remembered as one in the same, a shining example of what it means to be the manliest of manly men.
With that, I shall close with Mr. Peck’s, and therefore Robert Muldoon’s; official theme song: