If you thought we were going to do 31 Days of Goldblum without paying homage to the most important element (OK, second most important element) of Jeff Goldblum’s most important performance in the most important movie ever made, you don’t know us very well and thus are not getting a Christmas present this year. The Christmas present is our respect and devotion. You don't trust us, we can't trust you.
LOOK ON HIS LOLS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR.
Ian Malcolm's laugh is somehow the vocal equivalent of old-timey washboard music... but hot? It's weird and dangerous and little smarmy (Goldblum can handle a bit of smarm), but also... I dunno, comforting, a bit? Due to its low timbre or its association with childhood horniness, I dunno. Jeff Goldblum's laugh in Jurassic Park is like if Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas were sexy. Well, sexier. Yeeeahhhhh, Gretchen Fox, I see you there, girl.
What is a man whose laugh is its own core workout capable of? Wrong question. What is he not capable of?