The sheer gutzpah of a young film maker to leave The Monster out of amonster movie for over an hour. Captain Robert Shaw in the role of his life. The camera angles and settings. The innocnce of the 'let's go swimming' girl. Littel Michael. The male bonding. Roy Scheider going from stuffed-up bored Nerw York to madly laughing shark hunter. The colours.
Watch 45 year later and think: basically three men in a boat. No CGI. No explosions (well, one relatively smal one). No masks, capes, spaceships, no timeline trickery. Made for a budget lower than the catering bill of Titanic. And still: edge of your seat stuff. A two hour cinema masterclass. Spielberg is Hitchcock's heir.
Review of Jaws
