The following description of Jeff Goldblum‘s darting, in-and-out, constantly self-conversing way of being or behaving, written by New Yorker critic Anthony Lane and included in his review of Independence Day: Resurgence, may be the most on-target description of the guy I’ve ever read.

“I will watch Goldblum in anything,” Lane begins.  “That stop-start delivery, all ums and hums, combines with his smile — so winning, yet so quick to die — and his buggy eyes to suggest a soul both hyper and hazed over.  You never quite know how he will respond to any predicament, nor, you sometimes feel, does he.”