Jaws hasn't aged a day. It's tense, it's funny, it's human, it has impeccable film grammar, it's paced exceptionally well, it has a great score, etc.

It's a film so confident in its filmmaking that it can take an extended break in the middle of its shark confrontations to show men getting drunk and bonding, turn that scene around on a dime for Quint's great USS Indianapolis story, and turn it right back around for a rousing rendition of "Show Me the Way to Go Home", segueing right back into the shark action. And the men getting drunk and bonding is just as invigorating as the shark scenes. Oh, and they'll just happen to catch a shooting star in the background.

For that matter, it's a film that sells its setting completely. Nobody in the film looks like they stepped off a Hollywood soundstage with blow dried hair. Obviously Scheider, Dreyfuss, and Shaw are all great in their own way. But the islanders look like types in all the right ways and Lorraine Gray has an easy chemistry with Scheider that helps sell the human stakes in the film in just a few scenes.

There's nothing I don't like about the film. I could watch it again right now. The restoration is everything I wanted as well.