Jaws

Synopsis: When a young woman is killed by a shark while skinny-dipping near the New England tourist town of Amity Island, police chief Martin Brody (Roy Scheider) wants to close the beaches, but mayor Larry Vaughn (Murray Hamilton) overrules him, fearing that the loss of tourist revenue will cripple the town. Ichthyologist Matt Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss) and grizzled ship captain Quint (Robert Shaw) offer to help Brody capture the killer beast, and the trio engage in an epic battle of man vs. nature.
Production: Universal Pictures
  Won 3 Oscars. Another 11 wins & 18 nominations.
 
IMDB:
8.0
Metacritic:
87
Rotten Tomatoes:
97%
PG
Year:
1975
124 min
Website
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OVER BLACK:

Sounds of the innerspaces rushing forward.

Then a splinter of blue light in the center of the picture.

It breaks wide, showing the top and bottom a silhouetted

curtain of razor sharp teeth suggesting that we are inside

of a tremendous gullet, looking out at the onrushing undersea

world at night. HEAR a symphony of underwater sounds:

landslide, metabolic sounds, the rare and secret noises that

certain undersea species share with each other. Also, the

hint of familiar music, twisted and distorted by the depths.

CUT TO:

EXT. BEACHNIGHT – SHARK'S POINT OF VIEWRISING OUT OF

THE WATER, LOOKING AT

It is a pleasant, moonlit, windless night in mid-June. We

see a long straight stretch of white beach. Behind the low

dunes are the dark shapes of large expensive houses. Hear a

number of voices singing. It sounds like an eastern

university's alma mater, no longer distorted.

EXT. BEACHNIGHTANOTHER ANGLE

Around a blazing bonfire, a group of young men and women,

beer cans (or maybe a keg) in evidence, as well as the bota

Spanish leather wine-bag much in favor by beach and ski-bum

types.

The group is swapping sentimental alma maters, weepily singing

eastern Ivy League anthems -– Dartmouth, Cornell, Harvard,

Penn, etc. Two young people break away from the others. They

are Tom Cassidy and Chrissie. Behind them, there is

considerable necking activity; Tom and Chrissie are more

serious.

TOM:

Makes a clumsy attempt at snaring Chrissie, cups her from

behind. She squirms playfully out of his grasp. We discover

he's not especially sober.

TOM:

Hey! Hey hey! I'm with you, right?

EXT. ANOTHER PART OF THE BEACH – NIGHT

Tom and Chrissie are separated from the others, silhouetted

against the fire, she pauses and looks at the ocean, he is

plodding along in the sand, winded.

Chrissie runs down the slope of the dune towards the water,

leaving Tom reeling atop the dune. As she runs, she is

shedding her clothes. Tom is trying to trail her by her

clothes, like Hansel following bread crumbs through the woods.

But Chrissie is way ahead of him.

CHRISSIE:

C'mon!

She runs headlong into the inviting sea, plunges cleanly

into the water with a light "Whoops!" as the cold water sweeps

over her.

Behind all this, we continue to hear the sentimental, beery

chorus of alma maters.

Then we see it -- a gentle bulge in the water, a ripple that

passes her a dozen feet away. A pressure wave lifts her up,

then eases her down again, like a smooth, sudden swell.

CHRISSIE:

Tommy? Don't dunk me...

She looks around for him, finds him still on the beach, his

feet tangled in his pants, which have dropped around his

ankles. She starts to swim back in to him.

EXT. CHRISSIE IN THE WATER

Her expression freezes. The water-bulge is racing towards

her. The first bump jolts her upright, out of the water to

her hips. She reaches under water to touch her leg. Whatever

she feels makes her open her mouth to scream, but she is

slammed again, hard, whipped into an arc of about eight feet,

up and down, submerging her down to her open mouth, choking

off any scream she might try to make. Another jolt to her

body, driving her under so that only her hair swirls on the

surface. Then it too is sucked below in a final and terrible

jerking motion. HOLD on the eddies and swirls until we're

sure it's all over.

EXT. CLOSE ON TOM ON BEACH

In his shorts, laughing to himself, turning in slow stoned

circles, held prisoner by his windbreaker which seems to

have him in an armlock, as he struggles to free his arm from

a tight sleeve. As he turns, we hear the alma maters in the

background, from the fire.

INT. BRODY HOUSE - BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

A shaft of morning sun blasts through the crack between the

bottom of the shade and the windowsill, falling across the

heads of the sleeping couple on the bed. It catches Martin

Brody right across the eyes, bringing him up from sleep.

The job is completed by the clock radio, which clicks on

with local fisherman's report and weather.

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Peter Benchley

Peter Bradford Benchley (May 8, 1940 – February 11, 2006) was an American author. He wrote the novel Jaws and co-wrote its subsequent film adaptation with Carl Gottlieb. Several more of his works were also adapted for cinema, including The Deep, The Island, Beast, and White Shark. more…

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