Ralph Fiennes is scary fit
Monday, June 23rd, 2025
The scariest thing about “28 Years Later” is how great Ralph Fiennes looks.
But before we go any further into how Ralph could serve as a gym-rat superman, a side note about why “Ralph Fiennes” pronounces his name “Rafe Fines.”
Here’s why “Ralph” can be pronounced “Rafe”:
1. Old Norse and Old English Origins
- The name Ralph comes from the Old Norse name Ráðúlfr, meaning “counsel wolf” (ráð = counsel, úlfr = wolf).
- It was adapted into Old English as Rædwulf and later into Middle English as Rauf or Rafe.
- Over time, in Southern England, the pronunciation “Rafe” persisted, especially among the upper classes.
2. Spelling vs. Pronunciation Divergence
- In the past, English spelling was not standardized. People often wrote names phonetically, but eventually spellings became fixed.
- “Ralph” became the common spelling, but the older pronunciation “Rafe” stuck in some families and regions, especially in aristocratic or traditional British circles.
3. Modern Use
- In American English, it’s almost always pronounced “Ralf” (rhyming with “calf”).
- In British English, especially among certain families or in historical contexts, “Ralph” can still be pronounced “Rafe”—e.g., the actor Ralph Fiennes pronounces his name “Rafe Fines.”
That’s courtesy of ChatGPT (which I pronounce as “Chad,” just “Chad”), and note that Chad used Ralph Fiennes as the poster boy for this pronunciation.
In my more petty moments, I think that Ralph could simply pronounce his name as “Ralph” and be done with it, but I suppose that’s up to him. As for why Ralph pronounces his last name “Fines”: Well, obviously it should be pronounced “Fee-EN-ess,” but he’s just difficult.
And: He’s a strongman.
SPOILER WARNING: This includes spoilers for the recently released movie “28 Years Later.” But it’s a bad movie. Really bad. So if you haven’t seen the movie but decide to read on, just figure that I saved you some money, and now you owe me. I spent $55 on two tickets and popcorn (just popcorn, no drinks) so that my son and I could see this on Sunday night, and we had a lousy time because it’s a lousy movie. So this is my retribution. Except: I’m still nice enough to post this long spoiler warning.
As a strongman in real life, Ralph has got a killer workout routine, one that enables him to look extremely fit even though, in the movie, he’s been living on his own for 30 years and scavenging off who knows how little to eat while fighting off zombies of three types: neo-traditional fast-running naked zombies, slow-rolling fat zombies who somehow stay remarkably obese even though they eat only worms, and giant Viking-like berserker zombies who make no sense at all and are somehow able to make babies with female Viking-like zombies even though they’re all out of their minds with unblinking rage.
While the movie deserves no respect — because of bad “look at me I’m clever” editing that splices in clips from WWI and WWII and old movie versions of Shakespeare plays or somesuch and jarring jump-cuts from the older and far better “28 Days Later,” plus a pusillanimous 12-year-old boy as our theoretical hero who sets off on his own at the end of the movie to wage war with an entire nation of zombies armed only with about 12 arrows and incredible stupidity, plus an overall story that makes no sense and lacks almost any iota of pulse-pounding zombie-fighting action — in counterpoint to all that, Ralph’s workout routine demands attention.
Here’s Ralph’s daily schedule (minus the one cheat day per week, when, I guess, he just runs up the side of a mountain while eating a sliver of cheese):
05.30-06.30 – Training
06.30 post workout – Protein shake and fruit
08.30 – 75g salmon + 3 eggs + 1 tomato + 2 slices rye bread on training days
12.00 – 150g chicken breast + 150g sweet potatoes + steamed vegetables
16.00 – 150g chicken breast + salad + half avocado
18.00 – run
18.45 – massage
20.00 – Steak + salad
22.00 – Oats + 150g Greek yogurt
Okay, that may not sound so bad, and I eat most of those things myself and would not object to a daily massage at 18:45 hours.
But here’s the workout, as per the full story in British GQ:
Fiennes and Avasilcai (his trainer) hit five heavy workouts per week, followed by up to 45 minutes of hill running each evening, after filming.
Gym-based training happened between 5.30 and 6.30am, prior to the day’s shooting. Avasilcai kept workouts to an hour because, he says, go for longer than that and cortisol starts to build as testosterone decreases, leading to a greater risk of injury, and exhaustion.
Training covered one body part per day, with four to five exercises per muscle group, with a HIIT-based core workout as a finisher.
“We’d finish the workout with a circuit that would include battle rope, slam ball, press-ups, and core work,” says Avasilcai. Alongside this, Fiennes fits in weekly ballet sessions for posture and mobility. Crucially, while he has a rough plan for each session as outlined above, Avasilcai remains flexible, scoping out his clients’ moods and energy levels each morning to ensure they’re pushing hard, but not too hard.
“Ralph loves free weights, like bench press, deadlifts, squats, leg presses, lunges,” says Avasilcai. “His favourite exercise is dips. At 62, I can say he is in the best shape ever, and injury free,” says Avasilcai. “Even now, we try to achieve new records in the gym; just today we did 65kg bench press for three repetitions.”
I’ve done lots of gym time in my life, and continue to put in about 75 minutes four times a week. But I’ve never done battle rope or slam ball.
Ralph and I are the same age (he’s actually six months older than I am), but there are some dissimilarities as well.
- Ralph is said to be worth $50 million. Me, somewhat less.
- Ralph is an internationally famous movie star, going back decades. My audience as a playwright and writer is in the hundreds (well, thousands, cumulatively). So we’re similarly known for having an audience, but there is a numeric difference.
- Ralph had an affair with Francesca Annis and I did not.
- Ralph is benching 145 pounds and I’m not.
- I still have my hair. Most of it, anyway.
In fairness — and I do always try to be fair, even in this desperately unfair age of ours — I have to say that “28 Years Later” has one good thing going for it, and that’s Ralph. He’s terrific. He looks great (much as I doubt his character could, living on scraps out in the woods while being terrorized by flesh-eating humanoids, and I say this with authority, having grown up out in the woods alongside snapping turtles), and in all his scenes his clear blue eyes and even temper cut right through the crap that is the rest of the movie.
Unfortunately, much like the iceman in “The Iceman Cometh,” he arriveth too late. And I never learn enough about his character, who is a combination of an MD and a shaman and your friendly child psychologist, to be truly satisfying. I don’t know where he gets the morphine he administers with abandon, or why he lays dead bodies in a perfect grid pattern, or why he lives where he does, or even why he’s in the movie, except as a contrivance. But I do know he is damned fit.
The word is that they’re making two more of these “28 Years Later” movies. This one isn’t fit for consumption. I hope the next one puts Ralph in the lead, and that it takes a few years to reach release. Maybe by then I too could be a super-fit zombie-defeating doctor in the middle of nowhere with no clear means of support too.