
With all this Film Race stuff going on last week, I completely failed to notice we had a birthday come and go. Thirty-five years ago, Steven Spielberg unleashed Jaws, a film adaptation of the best-selling book by Peter Benchley. It scarred generations of swimmers and made what was actually a malfunctioning mechanical shark affectionately nicknamed Bruce a household name. Three sequels and many knockoffs followed, but none packed the punch that the 1975 film did. Who didn't sneak a look behind them while underwater at the local pool? Just to make absolutely sure. That's the power Jaws had on us all.
Happy birthday, ya big lug.
Happy birthday, ya big lug.
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