Terrible story. I’ve been afraid of the ocean since I saw Jaws as a child.
Me, too! It ruined my fun at the beach forever.
Entering the ocean on a volunteer basis is akin to being an athiest and accompanying Daniel into the Lion's Den.
Or bedding down for the night in a hungry bear's den.
Or walking into a rattlesnakes' nest barefooted.
Or playing badminton with a hornet's nest.
Or trying to extinguish a Killer Bee hive with a BB gun.
Yeah, pretty much ruined it!
I've been afraid of the ocean since I found out where New York City dumps its sewage. I couldn't find the annual statistics, but a lot more probably die from infections contracted while swimming than die because of shark attacks.
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“I’ve been afraid of the ocean since I saw Jaws as a child.”
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One of the most successful horror movies ever- and they didn’t have to rely on in-your face violence, blood, gore and blatant sex to make Jaws a runaway success.
Jaws proved nothing is as horrible as what your own mind can conjure up.
Take for instance the opening scene.
It’s a lovely quiet moonlight night on the bay with no sounds except the gentle lapping of water and the gentle bell of a bouy.
A girl is treading water, laughing and teasing her inebriated boyfriend lying in the sand on the shore.
You hear the jaws theme...suddenly the girl is yanked below the surface. She comes up again.
A look of confusion and horror on her face.
She’s yanked down again.
She surfaces. Her water logged screams are bloodcurdling.
Once again she is pulled under, and this time does not resurface.
The moonlite bay returns to its gentle lapping, the bouy bell tolls gently.
The boyfriend sleeps on on the beach.
It’s as if nothing ever happened.
One of the scariest, most horrific movie scenes ever filmed.
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i am with you. after jaws i go.as far as my knees