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This month marks the 50th anniversary of Jaws, the first-ever movie to earn $100 million and the template for countless copycat summer blockbusters that have tried to recapture its magic in the half-century since the menacing dun DUN dun DUNs of John Williams’s iconic score first struck fear into the hearts of beachgoers everywhere. What better time, then, to revisit Steven Spielberg’s masterpiece?
I first saw Jaws on VHS at an elementary school friend’s birthday party when I was way too young to watch a lady get yanked violently underwater and then torn apart by a shark, so it took me a while to get up the nerve to watch it again, but once I did as an adult, it became one of my favorite movies. It’s not summer until I watch Jaws at least once, preferably in a movie theater full of other people. (If you happen to live in New York City, the Nitehawk usually screens it every Fourth of July weekend.) There’s something about hearing an audience gasp at the jump-scares, laugh at how goofy Quint (Robert Shaw) looks when he’s getting eaten and cheer when they finally get to watch the beast that’s been terrorizing Amity Island for two hours get blown up by a well-placed tank of compressed air that really drives home its staying power.
Jaws is everything you want out of a blockbuster, an over-the-top spectacle that can either be taken at face value (hell yeah, they just blew up that shark) or read more deeply as a cautionary tale about the hubris of man (we’ve got boats and guns, but nature will always find a way to outswim us and chomp on us with 15 rows of teeth — especially when the allure of tourism revenue keeps us from closing the beaches). It changed the filmmaking game so profoundly that it’s become a blueprint for just about every monster movie that followed it. You have your overly-cautious hero whose journey involves overcoming some sort of deep fear (Roy Scheider’s iconic Chief Brody, in this case), your arrogant sidekick who’s there for comic relief (Richard Dreyfuss’s Hooper) and of course, the grizzled old guy who tries to warn you about how dangerous and powerful the creature you’re dealing with is (Quint and his showstopping monologue about the USS Indianapolis disaster). Nowadays it’s all textbook, but 50 years ago, it was awe-inspiring. So here’s to swimming with bow-legged women, and here’s to Jaws.
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