Sunday, March 16, 2008

It wasn't any coral reef, and it wasn't Jack the Ripper...


On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist.

Welcome to one of my guilty pleasures.

Yes - that's right.

Jaws.

The cats and I watched for a bit. Mags hid her head on my lap (some would say she was just stretching, but I don't believe it), and I don't blame her. I actually videoed a small chunk of it but for some reason I can't upload it here so you are spared. But anyway...there is something about it that makes me smile and be a tiny bit freaked out no matter how many times I see it.

It is the archetype that all other "monster" movies look to (finally, they had something to look to other than Godzilla) - but this one seemed that must more real, that much more plausible than so many that came after it (Anaconda anyone?) The ocean is such a wonderful freaky otherworld, and this film does such a great job of showing how completely out of place we are in it (or rather, on it I guess). My read every Peter Benchley novel my 12 year old self could get my hands on after this. And people may laugh at the stiff movements of "bruce" the mechanical shark, but something about it feels much more real than any CGI I've seen so far.

No swimming for me.

1 comment:

Greek Pot Lover said...

I love it! K loves it! But Pooter loves it most! Riveted to it for the whole movie AND without barking. (This is a dog who barks at all dogs, cats, deer, monsters whatever she sees on tv - but not Jaws - no no no - silent with her eyes locked on the screen - makes me wonder just what she wss into before we adopted her... by the way she also "eye drills" The Shining... no "smiling" though...)