Review

Fifty years after scaring the bejeezus out of beach-loving movie-goers, Jaws is back to celebrate its golden anniversary after being exhumed from its watery grave at the behest of Universal Studios. While the original summer blockbuster has long been available on home video, this re-release offers film lovers a rare treat: the chance to experience a newly remastered version on the big screen. And take it from me - it really does make a difference.

In addition to putting a dent in the revenue streams of nearly every North American beach resort in the summer of 1975, Jaws can be credited with two landmark achievements. With a domestic theatrical gross of more than $250 million against a $12 million budget, the film established the blueprint for the summer blockbuster - a model Hollywood has followed ever since. Jaws was the first true summer mega-hit, and, because Hollywood learns from its triumphs, it certainly wasn't the last. The film also catapulted a then-little-known director named Steven Spielberg out of relative obscurity and onto the A-list. He would quickly build on that success with Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Raiders of the Lost Ark, and E.T. (His only stumble during that golden run was the World War II farce 1941.)

When Spielberg agreed to direct Jaws, he was likely blissfully unaware of the obstacles he would face in adapting Peter Benchley's best-selling novel for the screen. He envisioned the project as a waterborne variation of his made-for-TV thriller Duel. As he has since admitted in interviews, he was "young and fearless" - or perhaps just dumb." The finished film may have been an engrossing, edge-of-your-seat thriller, but the path to get there was riddled with near-insurmountable challenges. Today, with the advantages of advanced CGI, making Jaws would be far less daunting. But in 1974, special effects meant animation, blue-screen model work, and crude animatronics. Building a convincing 26-foot great white shark was nothing short of a herculean task.

It is often said that "necessity is the mother of invention," and nowhere is that more evident than in Jaws. For much of the first hour, the shark is seen only in fleeting, indistinct glimpses. Even after its harrowing first appearance, Spielberg's camera avoids lingering on the creature. Only in the final fifteen minutes - when it crashes onto the deck of the Orca and snaps at the protagonists - do we get an extended look. And from those scenes, it becomes clear why the shark is shown so sparingly: it looks fake. Were the film not already gripping us so completely by this point, the sight of the rubbery animatronic might have provoked laughter instead of terror.

Spielberg freely admits that if the technology had been better -and if the mechanical shark had worked the way it was supposed to - he would have shown it earlier and more often. Ironically, it was this very handicap that gave the film one of its greatest strengths: by keeping the shark out of sight, the movie builds suspense to a fever pitch. Plenty of directors after Spielberg have tried this "less is more" trick in monster movies, but few have pulled it off as brilliantly.

In broad strokes, Jaws follows the novel that inspired it, though Spielberg downplays certain elements in favor of suspense and action. Peter Benchley, author of the book, also penned the original screenplay treatment - earning him co-credit on the final script - which was later reworked and polished by Carl Gottlieb and a handful of uncredited contributors (among them John Milius). Benchley even pops up on screen in a brief cameo as a TV reporter.

Jaws introduces us to Martin Brody (Roy Scheider), the police chief of the small resort town of Amity. Brody has moved there to escape the headaches of New York City, but adjusting to a slower pace proves harder than expected. That calm is shattered about a week before July 4, when the mutilated body of a young swimmer washes ashore. The coroner rules it a shark attack. When the mayor (Murray Hamilton) and the town council refuse to let Brody close the beaches, he calls in help from the mainland and gets Matt Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss), a marine biologist who seems to know everything there is to know about sharks.

After several more deaths, even the mayor has to admit the obvious: the shark has to go. Enter Quint (Robert Shaw), a grizzled fisherman who offers to rid Amity of its nautical nightmare - for $10,000. With Brody and Hooper aboard, he sets out to sea, straight into a life-and-death battle with a creature unlike any he's ever faced. For Hooper, it's a chance to study a great white up close. For Brody, it means confronting - and overcoming - his deep fear of the water.

Because the true "star" of Jaws is the shark, Spielberg wasn't pressured to cast a big-name actor in the lead. That gave him the freedom to choose someone who simply fit the role. Roy Scheider—at the height of his career in the mid-to-late 1970s - grounds Martin Brody with a relatable humanity; he feels like a real person, which makes him easy to root for. Richard Dreyfuss, not yet a star, gives Matt Hooper charm, energy, and a sly wit. Robert Shaw, who wasn't Spielberg's first choice for Quint (Lee Marvin turned the role down), makes the character larger-than-life - a mix of Captain Ahab and Popeye the Sailor Man. Rounding out the cast, Lorraine Gary provides warmth as Brody's supportive wife, and Murray Hamilton nails oily politician Larry Vaughn, the mayor of Amity.

Jaws really has two villains. In the first half, the enemy isn't the shark at all - it's bureaucracy, embodied by Mayor Vaughn. More worried about the town's summer profits than public safety, Vaughn silences Brody, and the result is more blood in the water. While Brody wrestles with Vaughn and his council cronies, the shark waits in the wings, ready to assume the role of true antagonist once the mayor finally gives way. The second half shifts gears into a classic man-versus-beast struggle, with Jaws standing in as one of cinema's rarest monsters: a real creature from the depths of the ocean (just usually not quite so large). This, of course, is the showdown audiences come to see - and Spielberg stages it with masterful skill.

Much of Jaws is an exercise in ratcheting up tension. Take the scene when the little boy is killed: Spielberg gives us a whole lineup of potential victims, cutting to the "shark's-eye" view as Brody watches nervously from the beach, certain something awful is about to happen. The sequence is filled with red herrings, priming us - along with Brody - for tragedy. Spielberg pulls the same trick in each of the attack scenes, starting with the very first, when a skinny-dipper is mauled, thrashed about, and finally dragged under.

The movie's most memorable moment comes when Brody gets his first real look at his nautical nemesis. After casually tossing a few dead fish overboard, he turns his

Synopsis

A giant great white shark arrives on the shores of a New England beach resort and wreaks havoc with bloody attacks on swimmers until a part-time sheriff teams up with a marine biologist and an old seafarer to hunt the monster down.

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