Jaws ★★★★½

"Didn’t see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin’ by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and sometimes that shark he go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away."

Despite being nearly 50 years old, Jaws is as relevant today as ever. The first half serves as an allegory for the never-ending stupidity of humanity. While the second half is a gripping, white-knuckle, edge-of-your-seat, tight as fuck action/horror/thriller.

Previous note: In ̶9̶ / ̶8̶ / ̶7̶ / ̶6̶ / ̶5̶ / ̶4̶ / ̶3̶ / 2̶ / 1̶ day my wife and I are driving 70 minutes (one way) to watch this fucking masterpiece on the 60x80-foot Jordan's Imax screen in Reading, Mass.

I might be a little excited about it.

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