“There is a creature alive today who has survived millions of years of evolution. Without change. Without passion. And without logic. It lives to kill. A mindless, eating machine. It will attack and devour…anything. It is as if God created the Devil and gave him Jaws.” – Trailer narration for Jaws (1975)
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Jaws
is my favorite film. It is, to me, the perfect movie: a tightly-wound, exciting
thriller with great characters, memorable writing and expert direction which
comes together to create a truly brilliant whole. It is one of those movies
which as soon as it is over I feel like watching again and, as a result, I
found myself watching Jaws once every
few months. While some may wish to temper their exposure to their favorite
films in an effort to prevent them from feeling stale and tired, I have never encountered
this problem when watching Steven Spielberg’s masterwork.
About a month ago, I
got to see Jaws screened at a local
movie theater – my first time watching the film with a large group – and I can
only describe it as an incredibly fun experience. The theater was bursting at
the seams; the nearly 600-seat venue almost sold out. Parents were bringing
their children for their first viewing; families huddled together with their
popcorn as the old Universal logo faded into life on the big screen; the audience
cheered – cheered – when Chief Brody
uttered the famed “You’re going to need a bigger boat" line and there were
audible shrieks when Ben Gardner’s disembodied head pops into view giving Matt
Hooper the fright of his life. All of this proved that Jaws has reached a very special peak for movies – it is a truly
timeless experience and should be considered just as much of a classic as Gone With the Wind and Casablanca.
Despite these
accolades, the Jaws franchise very
quickly went off the rails: the final sequel, Jaws: The Revenge has also achieved something of a mythic status
but for very different reasons as it is routinely considered to be one of the worst
movies of all time. However, the first Jaws sequel, Jaws 2, is a curious example of an interesting sequel. Jaws 2 is nowhere near as good a film as
its predecessor and yet it still manages to stand on its own and doesn’t plumb
the depths (no pun intended) that Jaws 3D
and Jaws: The Revenge managed to
reach. While I don’t find myself watching it as often as the first, every once
in a while I will find myself overcome with an inexplicable desire to watch Jaws 2; a desire which is simply not satisfied
until I have popped the DVD into the drive and had my fill of shlocky shark
fun. What makes Jaws 2 somehow work?
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I do not remember the
first time that I ever watched Jaws. There are a number of memories I have of
watching the film as a kid, but no distinct time. However, I remember watching Jaws 2 for the first time very clearly.
My Dad and I rented it from Blockbuster (I’m doing a pretty job of dating
myself there) and watching it that night. And, honestly, as a kid I remember
being scared. Jaws didn’t manage to
freak me out and, to this day, though I am not one to venture far out into the
ocean, I cannot say that I find Jaws a truly scary movie. Jaws 2, on the other hand, still manages to elicit a chill or two.
And, if I had to
pinpoint what makes Jaws 2 succeed on
some level, it would be its ability to scare. Whereas the original Jaws is the textbook definition of a
capable thriller, Jaws 2 is a horror
film. When I describe Jaws 2 to
people I describe it as a slasher movie on the ocean, and I think the
description is an apt one. Your run-of-the-mill slasher film is populated by a
group of teenagers who are picked off one by one in increasingly devastating
ways by a killer who seems to be an indestructible force of nature, and the
killer is finally vanquished in the closing minutes by an older authority
figure (who usually carries a title of some kind). Jaws 2 has all of these things: the cookie-cutter teens, the shark,
and the heroic Chief Brody there to save the day.
I will say, to the film’s
credit, that its story is a unique one and does not try to repeat the formula
which worked so well in Jaws. (Jaws is, after all, a nearly perfect
self-contained story and to repeat it beat-by-beat would be nearly ludicrous.)
What is more, director Jeannot Szwarc (like Spielberg before him new to films
at the time of his helming a Jaws
film) is no Steven Spielberg, but he does manage to stage a number of effective
sequences. The shark attack which claims the life of teenager, Eddie, is truly
scary and later, the scene in which the shark devours the sympathetic Marge is
powerful stuff too. So powerful in fact that many viewers to this day swear
that they can recall seeing extended footage of the attack when the film first
played on television, and while this hardly rivals the power of the imagination
utilized to devastating effect in the original, it is a point worth noting
nevertheless.
The rubber shark in all its glory (?) |
Despite these merits, Jaws 2 is hardly a slasher film on par
with the likes of John Carpenter’s Halloween
which was released later the same year. The decision to show the shark more
often works greatly to the film's detriment and there is hardly a scene that
goes by where the great white doesn’t look fake and rubbery. Roy Scheider, who
had great reservations about returning to the series and appeared in the film
under some protest, looks visibly bored throughout, and there is a lack of
internal logic which runs through the entire movie: while it is may be a visual
spectacle, the scene in which the shark devours a helicopter sent to save the
kids is so lacking in credibility that it becomes laughable.
But, as I said above, Jaws 2 knows what it is: a horror film
and, on that level, it works. It does not – and will never – reach the heights
which Jaws reached, but if one is hoping to satisfy the need for some shlock
and not a few chills, then it is a movie which fits the bill admirably. And,
certainly, Jaws 2 is leagues (water
pun intended that time) superior to the films which followed it. Both Jaws 3D and Jaws: The Revenge are terrible movies and can only really be
enjoyed if one is ready to watch some world-class bad cinema.
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Horror films thrive on
sequels and milking the life from a worthy first installment has never been
uncommon. Aside from a few exceptions (most notably The Bride of Frankenstein), few horror sequels surpass or even
equal their original movies. Sequels to The Exorcist, The Omen, Halloween, and
a plethora of others have failed to live up to the legacy of their origins and
some are even embarrassments to the bona-fide classics. Jaws 2, however, manages to be a watchable and competent sequel.
Sure, it is no Jaws, but its virtues are not hard to come by. It remains,
after nearly 40 years, an affecting and scary movie and while I cannot imagine
any audience in the world bursting into applause at it the way they do to Jaws, I think they would be easily glued
to their seats; perhaps even white-knuckled as that dorsal fin breaks the ocean’s
surface once more.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…the
legend continues.
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