Synopsis
Don't go in the water
When an insatiable great white shark terrorizes the townspeople of Amity Island, the police chief, an oceanographer and a grizzled shark hunter seek to destroy the blood-thirsty beast.
1975 Directed by Steven Spielberg
When an insatiable great white shark terrorizes the townspeople of Amity Island, the police chief, an oceanographer and a grizzled shark hunter seek to destroy the blood-thirsty beast.
Roy Scheider Richard Dreyfuss Robert Shaw Murray Hamilton Lorraine Gary Chris Rebello Jay Mello Jeffrey Kramer Carl Gottlieb Susan Backlinie Jonathan Filley Lee Fierro Jeffrey Voorhees Craig Kingsbury Phil Murray Fritzi Jane Courtney Belle McDonald Ted Grossman Robert Nevin Peter Benchley Dorothy Fielding David Engelbach Joseph Oliveira Beverly Powers Ayn Ruymen Christopher Sands Rex Trailer Joe La Creta Denise Cheshire Show All…
Stillness in the Water, De zomer van de witte haai, जबडे, Melta'ot, ਜਬਾੜੇ, Szczęki, Tubarão, Hajen, 죠스
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The tragic story of a bunch of alcoholics who hunt down and murder a fish for the crime of being really hungry.
A tragic tale of a lost and distressed fish hunted down by an aquaphobic police chief, a disgraced oceanographer trying to regain some of his tarnished reputation and a nasty drunk with a fetish for bowlegged women. All of them egged on by a corrupt mayor trying to find someone or something to blame for his small islands dwindling tourist industry and his poor taste in fashion. I wish it had a happy ending, but they even go so far as to insult the fishes mother before finally commiting the coup de grace. Shameful stuff. Five stars.
Last Christmas I was high out of my mind hosting a party in my home and for reasons I do not remember or understand, my friends started jokingly chanting “Demi’s never seen Jaws.” This was not true. I was being framed. I pulled up my last Letterboxd logging to prove it– I saw Jaws sometime in September of 2013. Since that time, every time I hear about Jaws I think of that moment and then remember the now-forcibly-crucial memory of I Last Saw Jaws In September of 2013. My high mind made permanent space in the forefront of my brain for this information by pushing out something else (couldn’t name one president now) as a defense mechanism out of preservation…
FINALLY i can understand that spongebob episode CLAMS on a deeper level!! and also the lifeguard episode. and also the alaskan bull worm episode. and also every episode
Imagine standing in line. A warm day in June, basking in the glory of a sunny afternoon, with your stomach full after a late lunch (probably pizza) and your excitement reaching a pinnacle that is consistent with every other teenager and 20 year old in line. The trailer and the posters were enough, as everyone is out and ready to see this movie. It's about a giant shark, and It's directed by a guy that hasn't done much. You go in, buy a massive bucket of salty and dangerously buttery popcorn, and you race to find the best seat that you can manage.
And then the movie starts. It's the equivalent of stepping into a hurricane with a cheap umbrella,…
they really should have used a bigger boat.
also, you haven't seen JAWS until you've seen JAWS next to two teenage girls who are narrating the whole thing and, after every memorable line, turning to each other and mimicking the dialogue. total game-changer.
capatalism is a machine that will eat our children with far more ease than any shark.
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We should always be weary of when a passion for a movie/art/skincare brand borders on unfounded obsession and becomes performative, I.E. that one summer in Chicago I had a Jaws themed bathroom. That being said, this movie really is as good as that shark-themed bathroom was sexless.
When people hear how old Spielberg was when he made this movie, their reaction is something along the lines of, “25!? Christ, when I was 25, I barely had a well aestheticized bathroom!” — But no duh! the first modern blockbuster was made by a 25 year old little shit. Spielberg does not fully know who he is yet, and he uses every movie magic moment he can think of to make us think the opposite.…
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To talk about Jaws eventually just turns into a list of superlative elements, working harmoniously in pursuit of particular tones and genres. It's a vicious horror film, a daring adventure, a portrait of masculine roles, as well as a vision of a small community unsettled by a natural force. Funny, scary, genuinely dramatic, edited to perfection etc, it's all there. It's a defining 'movie', motion picture, film, yes to whatever you call these things. But the devil is in the details, and with each re-watch, Jaws finds a new way to impress me. On this viewing, it struck me as an essential text of man vs. nature, with the Orca and the water surrounding them being the stage for…