Thursday, August 23, 2012


A mainstay conversation in my film classes is inevitably the continued awesomeness of Steven Spielberg's 1975 game changer Jaws (the just-released blu-ray of which is a must own for any film buff). Of course, any discussion of Jaws inevitably segues into the mercenary, increasingly ludicrous sequels that Universal pumped out over the next decade (none of which involved Spielberg, natch), that robbed the brand of all value and bottomed out with 1987's Jaws: The Revenge, most well known today as the flick that caused star Michael Caine to miss out on picking up his Best Supporting Actor Oscar for Hannah and Her Sisters.

For many years now, I've been at a loss to explain to people the breathtaking badness of The Revenge. How it buries the needle so far on the "crap" side of the dial that it somehow manages to circle back around to "good." People stare dumbfounded as I describe the stupefying excess of a shark with such a mad-on for the lead character that it follows the plane they're in from the water. Or where the shark roars like a lion. Or where...Oh, the list goes on and on. Anyway, from now, rather than enumerating why Jaws: The Revenge is such a beautiful, beautiful turd, I can just point people to Ryan Lambie's "10 things to love about Jaws: The Revenge." You're welcome.

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