In which I blog a movie a day for one week…
Though I had seen bits and pieces of this movie on several occassions, mostly as a small child, I’d never seen the whole thing through. So, once again, the library yielded up a tiny treasure, free of charge.
Jaws is a great movie. Having seen parts of the end (including the remarkably life-like shark) had little effect on the suspense and tension of the movie. As with most “monster” movies, the most frightening moments are when you can’t actually see the thing doing the killing. The first two-thirds of the movie were the best, in my sometimes-bizarre opinion; once you see the beast, some of the magic is gone.
I said some of the magic, though. The movie manages to maintain tension as we’re wondering if and how the boat and the people aboard will survive a 25-foot shark hell-bent on destruction. (A tip for DVD viewers: don’t read the chapter titles, as they’re too descriptive and kill the (ahem) suspense.)
My favorite thing about this movie has been–even before I actually saw it–and remains a story my mother told me about Jaws. She was sixteen when the movie had its theatrical release, and my grandmother took her to see it. My mother recalls the profound embarrassment she felt when, at each moment that caused the audience to gasp or even to scream in terror, my grandmother laughed hysterically.