Jaws is 50, I was 11 and you can’t know what it was like. So here’s a firsthand account.
Of course, before Jaws, there was a book. A runaway bestseller, with the gray, silver beast ascending, we were sold.
The naked lady didn’t hurt either, and in tandem, I dove in. “The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail.”
I was hooked.... Read More
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