Burrows’s review published on Letterboxd:
Several years ago during a family trip to the tropics, our family went snorkelling, and on this excursion my son and I were left on a small deserted island for ten minutes or so because my son (8 or 9 at the time)—despite being a solid swimmer—was paralyzed by fear after seeing all the little fish swimming beneath him. The novel coolness of spending time alone on an abandoned tropical island was diluted by consoling my distraught son (while my wife, eldest son, and guide had a great time)—the poor little guy. Further negative outcome was that my wife forbade me to show JAWS to my kids for years.
The embargo recently lifted, and JAWS was the family movie night selection a few days ago. I’m please to report that Spielberg’s suspense classic was adored by my 14- and 13-year-old. I don’t have much useful to add to the cinematic discussion on JAWS except that watching my kids engage with and become absorbed by such a mastercraft in suspense made me feel good.
