From Jeff Goldblum’s unbuttoned shirt to the dilophosaurus wobbling her wattles, the film is an enduring queer staple
‘That’s camp,” proclaimed my drag queen friend Vanity as we watched the T rex rip a tyre off a Jeep in the first Jurassic Park movie. It’s 2012, 2am and we’re in her bedroom playing our favourite Jurassic Park drinking game, where you swig every time you see a dinosaur.
“Is it, though?” I said, doubtfully, dipping a Walkers Sensation in some coleslaw.
“Course it is. All the gays love Jurassic Park. Don’t be an idiot, Jones.” She pointedly slapped down the lid on the coleslaw as if that were the end of the matter.
I thought about it a bit and ultimately agreed with her. I absolutely loved Jurassic Park. And so did just about every queer person I knew. Jurassic Park, in fact, made me feel proud. Prouder than seeing a load of 00s popstrels perform at Pride parades, prouder than drinking in the street in Soho, prouder even than M&S’s Pride sandwich. Granted, my judgment was a little clouded from the drinking game. But still.
