Showing posts with label Jaws. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaws. Show all posts

Monday, October 27, 2025

13 Nights of Shocktober: JAWS

by A.J.

Night 9: Monster Movie Night
“It’s as if God created the devil and gave him… jaws.”

Very few movies come close to being perfect. JAWS is one of them. It is an important film for many reasons. It was the first blockbuster, the first movie to make over $100 million, beginning the tradition of studios releasing big budget movies in the summer in hopes of big profits. It did not launch the career of Steven Spielberg–he had already directed TV shows and two films–but it did catapult him to becoming the most successful director of all time. JAWS has become part of pop culture; you don’t need to have seen the movie to recognize references and parodies, quote dialogue, or instantly recognize the famous score by the legendary composer John Williams. JAWS usually places near the top, if not at the very top, of lists of scariest movies ever made. Most people might not consider JAWS a horror movie, but that is the perfect description for a movie about a monster terrorizing a town.  
Roy Scheider plays Amity Police Chief Brody, who is new to the island community and hates being in the water. He is pressured by Mayor Vaughn (Murray Hamilton) to change the cause of death on an autopsy report from shark attack to boating accident because the mayor and local business people are afraid a panic will keep away tourists, and their money, from Amity on the crucial 4th of July weekend. Of course, “this is no boating accident,” shark scientist Matt Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss) declares after conducting his own autopsy. The attacks continue until finally Brody, Hooper, and Quint (Robert Shaw), the grizzled shark hunter, are at sea hunting the great white shark. 
The behind the scenes drama has become the stuff of movie legend, and to many may be as familiar as the scenes on screen. The mechanical shark, nicknamed Bruce, would not work and this is why Spielberg used the hide-the-monster-until-the-end approach; there was conflict about who would get top billing; the script was rewritten so many times that no one knows for sure who wrote Quint’s famous U.S.S. Indianapolis speech (it is not in the novel or early drafts, and depending on who is telling the story the speech was either written by writer-director and Spielberg friend John Milius or by Robert Shaw himself). 
According to legend, B-movie producer-director Roger Corman’s reaction to JAWS was concern because it was the first time a major studio put a major budget behind the kind of movie he would typically make for as little money as possible. While many Corman movies are better than their low budgets would suggest, young Spielberg made the most of his big studio budget, lack of executive interference, talented collaborators, and his own unparalleled talent and skill to make the ultimate monster-on-the-loose movie.
Consciously or not, Spielberg borrowed much from Hitchcock; most famously the uncanny zoom-dolly that pulls the camera away even as the camera lens zooms in fast on Brody's face when a shark attack happens (Hitchcock used this effect to visualize Jimmy Stewart's vertigo in Vertigo.). Since Spielberg could not show the shark, he suggests the shark. In a terrifying scene, two locals throw a roast tied to a chain off a dock. The shark takes the bait, pulling the dock apart, and one of the locals falls in the water. "Take my word for it Charlie, don't look back just swim!” says the other as we see the wrecked pier turn back and move toward the man in the water. POV shots also suggest the shark without showing it and build suspense (we know the shark is stalking swimmers but they do not). Countless slasher movies would also utilize the POV shot for the same reason but far less effectively. Nothing suggests the shark better than its ominous leitmotif by John Williams. However there are also many scenes and scares that would fit comfortably in any less sophisticated horror movie including: severed body parts, a geyser of blood, a close up of a decaying decapitated head, and an animal doing something it would never do, like a massive shark jumping onto a boat, but by that point you’re too caught up in the movie to care.
One of the many great things about JAWS is that there are many ways to enjoy it. You can watch it and analyze the filmmaking techniques: the staging, cinematography, editing, score, the combination of all of these and more. You can watch and pay attention to subtext and social commentary. Like all great movies, JAWS offers different interpretations for different eras. In 1975, some might have seen the coverup plot by the mayor and thought of the Watergate scandal and coverup. During the height of the COVID-19 pandemic the arguments between the mayor and Brody and Hooper about closing the beaches for public safety vs keeping them open for the sake of the economy had an especially deep resonance. The dynamic between Brody, Hooper, and Quint is fascinating. Quint and Hooper can’t stand each other but Quint likes Brody and Brody likes Hooper so they all put up with each other. Each portrays a different kind of masculinity, each with positive and negative qualities, and that deserves its own thorough analytical essay. Or, you can just settle in and experience one of the scariest movies ever made. Even 50 years later, even after multiple viewings,  JAWS still works wonders and that is movie magic. 
JAWS is available to stream on Netflix. It is also available on 4K, Blu-ray, & DVD and is probably at your local library.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

From the Vault, Orca: The Killer Whale

There are certain movies that, good or bad, make their foothold in our cinematic consciousness. On the other hand certain movies, good or bad, can slip to the back of our consciousness. Each month I'll be taking a look back at a movie that since it was released has fallen through the cracks, been completely forgotten about, or just hasn't been watched in a while. This month:

My first viewing of Orca: The Killer Whale is inextricably linked with the memory of being sick with a stomach virus when I was about 8 years old, staying home from school, and eating jello. I don't know what spurred me to give it a second viewing, perhaps the recent release of Piranha 3D brought back my memory of another creature feature. I can't speak for Piranha 3D, and I hope I never will, however, Orca is bad enough to be a good bad movie (or "campy" if you prefer).
Richard Harris plays Nolan, a fisherman in Canada who, with his crew, is out shark hunting one day when a killer whale slams the hell out of a Great White Shark, just for hell of it. Nolan then decides to capture an orca and sell it to an aquarium so he can pay off the mortgage on his boat, but it all goes predictably wrong... I mean terribly wrong. Nolan and his crew end up killing the pregnant wife of a very vengeful orca. The orca wreaks havoc on the fishing town: first leaving his dead wife's carcass on the beach by the docks to remind Nolan of what he did, then sinking boats in the harbor to get Nolan to go out on the sea and fight him like a man, or whale. We know this because Charlotte Rampling, playing Rachel, a whale biologist, tells Nolan this information about the vengeful habits of killer whales. This information is confirmed by the stock character of the wise Indian (or Native American, actually he'd be a Canadian American) who literally just shows up at Nolan's house one day.

When Nolan finally decides to go out to sea and fight the whale, Rachel, the whale biologist, admits that she doesn't know what she's been talking about and tries to convince him not to fight the whale. Once they're out at sea not much happens.

This movie was clearly thrown together to cash in on the success of Jaws; which is kind of funny since the boat they use to hunt the shark in Jaws is called the Orca, and in Orca the boat they use to hunt the whale is called The Shark from Jaws... just kidding.
The highlight of the movie is when the whale rams into a seaside natural gas plant, then swims up the coast a bit and rams into a building on stilts where a kerosene lantern is on the edge of a table and a giant explosion results. And to top it off the orca takes a celebratory jump through the air. There's lots of badly used stock footage of sharks and killer whales and bad "day for night" (or as I like to call it, "American Night") shots. Not to mention people dangling their arms and entire bodies off the side of the boat as if they're tempting that vengeful man-killing orca to jump out of the water and bite them.

Orca: The Killer Whale is regrettably not available on Netflix Instant Play; which is a shame because this is the perfect movie for Instant Play, an obscure campy movie you wouldn't normally rent on DVD. If, however, you find yourself in the mood for something campy, or you're home sick, it's not a bad way to kill 90 minutes. You'll have a good time, mostly at the movie's expense. The trailer shows off just how awesomely bad this movie really is. I mean how could you not want to watch this: