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When I was we wee lad, I got interested in dinosaurs, sharks and mosquitos.
In 1975 there were exactly zero movies about dinosaurs and mosquitos.
But there sure was a movie about sharks!
I did not practically beg my dad to take me to see it. I LITERALLY begged.
So we went on opening day.
It was not what my 6.5 year old ass was prepared for at all.
It scared me a lot and I think I watched more of my seat back hiding my eyes than I did the movie.
But I had an AWESOME time!
It's fun being scared by a movie.
It also shines as a positive memory about my father.
That was the first non-Disney movie I remember going to see.
ReplyDeleteAlso the first time I saw (and felt) my mom lose her shit, when she grabbed my arm and screamed (along with 500 other people in the theater also losing their shit) the first time the shark popped out of the water after the Chief's timeless line, muttering "I can drive the boat; let Hooper come down here and shovel this shit...>SHARK!<...You're gonna need a bigger boat!"
Waitaminute...movies can suck people into the movie's world enough to lose their minds?!?
Been majorly into movies as hobby, art form, and employment ever since that instant.
And every accolade about Spielberg since that moment has been absolutely deserved.
I saw it twice. I went one evening with my pal, but my brother had broken his arm falling off a skateboard and had to go get it in a cast. He had wanted to go, so I went with him the next evening. I kept wondering why they didn't depth-bomb the shark once they knew where it was.
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