I’ve posted before about our family’s weekly summer trips “down the shore” to visit my grandmother while I was growing up in New Jersey. Every Sunday, we’d fill the car, drive to The Villas, and then head to the beach.
Like most kids, I loved the beach. I loved playing in the sand. I loved looking for seashells. I loved playing in the water. Well, until I was about 10. And then I didn’t go in the water for nearly two summers. The reason?
I’m sure that for those with an age that’s first digit less than or equal to 3, the impact of the movie “Jaws” has been eroded by it constantly being on TV and having had countless imitations made. And that’s too bad, because “Jaws” changed filmmaking forever. It was the first summer blockbuster. And it is scary as hell – playing on the primal fear that you are going to be eaten alive. I know that you could say that zombies do that too, but you still have to suspend disbelief for zombies – not for sharks.
I’ve seen this movie so many times, I’m pretty sure I can recite it. When I’m working around the house and it’s on, I put it in the background. After 35 years, this movie and I have become old friends. Though it only takes a minute of sitting still and watching it to take me back to when I was 10, scanning the horizon from the beach and afraid to go in the water.
Who am I kidding, I still look around.
10 stars out of 10.