It is in the mouth of sadness that I find myself today. My esteemed Co-star and close friend, Sir Nigel John Dermot Neill, has sadly passed away at the age of 78. You likely know him as Dr. Grant from Jurassic Park, the film that made both of us household names. Sam was not a large man, not that anyone looks particularly large when you’re 20ft tall and weigh close to 20,000 lbs, but when it comes to talent, he was a giant among men.
I recall when I first met Sam back in 1992 on the first day of shooting Jurassic Park. I was inexperienced; my single-screen credit was a blink-and-you’ll miss it cameo in The Land Before Time. Sam, on the other hand, had just done The Hunt for Red October and was, as they say in Hollywood, “hot shit.” We were shooting the scene where the cups of water vibrate on the dashboard of the truck. I was nervous and kept either stepping too lightly to make the water ripple or stomping so hard the cup went flying off the dashboard altogether. Steven Spielberg was so enraged that he was threatening to call Japan and have them send over a kaiju to replace me.
Suddenly, I feel a calming hand on my left hindquarter. I look down, and there’s Sam Neill. He smiled at me and, with a kindness in his voice unmatched by any other actor alive or dead, said, “It’s ok. You can do this. Don’t act like you’re shaking the cup, shake the cup.” In that moment, I just unlocked as an actor completely. I nailed the next take, and Spielberg told me that was the best vibration he had filmed since Robert Shaw collapsed drunk on the set of Jaws.
That was Sam for you! A heart so big it could choke a brachiosaurus. Just the nicest man I ever worked with. Sam didn’t come back for Jurassic Park 2, and it’s a pity because I had to work with that insufferable flake, Jeff Goldblum. I still say a sexy voice and a weird delivery are not enough to base a career on, but I digress.
Thank god Sam came back for Jurassic Park 3 because one more movie with Goldblum and I probably would have ended up eating him like that goat I devoured in the first movie. Once again, Sam was a delight and the best part of working on the film. I remember on the second-to-last day of shooting, we switched wardrobes—I put on Sam’s hat, and he had his arms medically shortened—and we waited to see how long it would take the cast and crew to notice.
To this day, William H. Macy is still none the wiser!
I only had the privilege of working with Sam on the Jurassic Park films, but his career is so much larger than Dr. Grant. “Possession” is one of the most powerful art films about divorce ever made, and “Event Horizon” was easily the best Sci-fi horror film since “Aliens.” He starred in John Carpenter’s most underrated movie, and in “The Omen 3”, well, HE was good IN it. Basically, he was to acting what I am to sheer mass — huge and ferocious. It didn’t matter if he was the lead in a blockbuster or just support in a B-movie— when you hired Sam Neil, you got a Tyrannosaurus’s worth of talent.
Over the years, Sam and I kept in touch. He was there when I got my star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame — the best day of my life, the school bus full of orphans I accidentally crushed getting down low enough to put my tiny hands in the cement, not withstanding — and I attended his Knighting ceremony in 2022.
Sam’s passing has left a hole deep within my being that no amount of goats or lawyers can fill. I’ll miss you Sammy boy. The world was a better place with you in it!
