And another in , when a British surfer, Plymouth school teacher Chris Sullivan, was bitten on the ankle and, hanging by a ligament onto life, was fortunate enough to be airlifted to a nearby hospital for a life-saving blood transfusion. Though the local authorities limply banned surfing here for a few weeks following the two incidents, these days more than one hundred surfers can still be seen at the wave on a Saturday afternoon.
But not my mate. Many humans who will never set foot in the sea have an inexplicable tendency to urinate involuntarily in response to the always-evocative word. So the question begs: Why have humans always been so afraid of sharks? Shark experts will reiterate that almost all attacks on humans are due to them mistaking us for natural prey. Number nerds will confirm that you have considerably more chance of meeting your maker digging for a lost crust in your toaster. Peirce is a vocal critic of the way the media — daily newspapers especially — portray sharks.
Tabloid headlines blast the five-letter noun at us in point type whenever there is an attack or — as was the case in Cornwall, England — alleged sightings of great whites.
Peirce says that thanks in part to the negative publicity in movies and newsprint, our mindset towards sharks is very different to the one we have in relation to land-based predators, such as alligators, hippos or big cats. The ancient Greeks of to BC were among the first to contribute significantly to both nascent shark lore and documented shark science. Like most classical stories, many of which are referenced in the Dictionary of Roman and Greek Biography and Mythology , the origins of their fables are often contradictory.
Yet, considering the fact that many larger species, including blue and white sharks, would have been plentiful in the region at the time, they may well have seemed supernatural enough for the early Greeks to demonise.
In revenge, Lamia turned to snatching, murdering and eating children, her evil actions causing her appearance to morph into that of a shark-like creature with great teeth, according to some texts. Another legend tells of Zeus bestowing Lamia with the curious ability to remove and replace her eyes at will. It is interesting to note that, as a protective measure, blue sharks have a nictitating membrane which covers their eyes, and white sharks similarly roll their eyes back into their head during feeding or an attack, which may or may not be a telling coincidence.
She was a bloodthirsty sea monster who had between three and six heads of various sharp-toothed animals and inhabited the treacherous strait of Messina just off the southern coast of Italy, where she devoured hapless sailors. Sharks also appear in the verbal history and superstitions of scores of other cultures throughout the world, from the Australian Aboriginals to the South African Xhosa tribes.
Shark teeth have been found in ruins of the Aztec and Inca cultures, and throughout Central America, the Caribbean and the middens of North American Native Indians as far inland as Illinois. Many cultures, he adds, have used shark teeth in one manner or another, notably in weapons, where their power was thought to transfer to the warrior. Sharks, continues Burgess, were admired and revered as deities throughout the Oceania region of the Pacific.
Polynesian societies incorporated them into their mythology, and the Hawaiians have a rich history of association with sharks, with shape-shifting shark men, sporting shark jaws on their backs, warning people when there was danger in the water. Shark gods were also believed to be custodians of the sea, known as Amakua. Like many other Pacific islanders, people here shared the widespread belief that sharks were not harmful and in some places, such as Fiji, catching and eating them was even prohibited by royal decree. Europeans held an entirely different view of sharks. Notably, the god Vishnu is often depicted coming out of a creature believed by many scholars to be a shark.
Zoologist Thomas Pennant similarly documented the supposed lust of great white sharks for human flesh. Thanks to descriptions like this and the fantastic and exaggerated tales of returning seamen, in Europe the public conception of sharks as monsters grew disproportionally. The shark also appears regularly in Western literature, and almost always in antagonistic fashion. Of the people onboard, died, most killed by sharks. A similar tragedy occurred on the same coast nearly years later, when the Nova Scotia , a British ship transporting Italian prisoners of war, was sunk by a German U-boat in , leaving the survivors with an equally gory story.
On July 30, , having departed Guam, the ship was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine. Around of the plus crew made it into the water but were left to float for five days in a bloodied sea before eventually being rescued. During this time sharks were believed to have killed almost two thirds of them. He has another perspective, saying that, like many of these incidents, most of the feeding was actually post-mortem on drowned sailors.
But sharks had already been a favoured headline to sell newspapers in the US from the turn of the century, best exemplified by a spate of attacks in the state of New Jersey in the summer of when, in just under two weeks, five attacks occurred along the coast two in a river , resulting in four deaths. Before and in-between the world wars, attacks and media reporting in Australia had increased shark awareness and with it fear. Two incidents in particular in Western Australia between and provoked a public reaction that resulted in the construction of protected swimming areas and, though they did not survive winter storms, more rudimentary shark nets.
Meanwhile, sharks pervaded the minds of those living or holidaying near the sea in South Africa. Intermittent attacks on people over the years, mostly in Durban which had taken lead from Australia and installed vastly improved nets at its main beaches in the early s , had kept sharks top of mind.
But during the summer of this spilled over into paranoia reminiscent of New Jersey. Another two attacks in April — one fatal on a mother of four as she waded in knee-deep water — exacerbated the panic. A sequel was released a few years later, simply titled Jaws 2. That did alright, but wasn't anywhere close to be going good. Around , a 3rd was filmed The movie sucked and is ranked somewhere in the worst 75 movies of all time list here , but not enough for someone to say "Hey!
Maybe this should be the last! First, you have a pretty bad excuse of actors You have Mario Van Peebles playing the worst stereotype Jamaican of all time, and some other douche with a beard as Michael Brody. The plot is even more ridiculous. I would assume not.
Last I checked, people who lose THAT much blood are either passed out or dead, not screaming and clinging on to things the whole time, pretending nothing happened. So, Ellen Brody decides to go on Vacation with her son Michael, and his wife and daughter Somehow, a shark, mind you ones that cannot survive in the warm waters off the Caribbean, follows them The Shark is also excruciatingly bad. I guess filming in such light and warm waters wasn't such a great idea, was it? Also, you can even see the outer working material holding the shark together!!!
The less said about how this thing could stand on its fin and roar like a lion I think I've said enough, as right now it's just pissing me off that they went from an All-time Classic in Jaws to this pile of garbage.
I would rather watch The Cat in the Hat on a 72 hour loop than watch this crap again. There seems little point in writing a review for such a film as Jaws: The Revenge, as those who have made it past the tagline and still given it an iota of consideration have likely already made up their minds as to whether or not they can stomach such an overwhelming inundation of garbage. With that in mind, as no reader could feasibly read with the intent of deciding whether the film is bad or good, this review will focus on a more comprehensive breakdown of the film's countless flaws.
And rest assured that no matter how many innumerable detractions the movie has garnered, its atrocities becoming almost over-hyped, the film still manages to astound by the numerous fronts in which it completely fails to register any vestige of quality whatsoever. Even those seeking the film as an entertainingly terrible comedy will find themselves disappointed, as the film somehow manages to avoid the pitfall of usual B movie melodramatic hysteria, emerging as simply dull and all the more terrible as consequence.
The film's complete lack of quality becomes instantly clear from the chaotically choppy cinematography and editing, betraying the film's seemingly near non-existent budget. Similarly, the creative black hole of a script somehow bests its own storyline absurdities by shamelessly stealing elements from Spielberg's classic original through clunky, senseless flashbacks Ellen Brody recalls her husband killing the shark, despite not having been there to witness it and in certain cases blatant plundering and rehashing of scenes the charming interplay between Roy Scheider and his son from the first Jaws is leeringly plagiarized, devoid of any redeeming values whatsoever.
All of which goes without mentioning the most glaring absurdities of the very premise: a shark seeking vengeance against family members of one who once killed a completely unrelated shark, enough so to track them to the Bahamas shows such a staggering lack of logic that one wonders how the film could possibly have been greenlit in the first place.
But in this twisted reality, such qualms are easily explained away, as is the shark's outracing planes, standing on its tail, roaring and spontaneously combusting - it is difficult to imagine anything sealing the film's utter absence of quality any further. While Spielberg masked the clunky falsities of his mechanical shark by mostly obscuring it with subjective point of view camera work, director Joseph Sargent appears to positively revel in his antagonist's foibles, keeping his obviously fake shark in plain view to a comical extent.
Similarly, viewers are even denied a high body count of entertainingly poor shark attacks, as the film's near non-existent carnage is devoid of any campy gruesomeness, resorting to extreme close-ups of the absurdly unconvincing attacks, generating less menace than watching a snail crawl. As a secondary character, the relatively poor acting of Lorraine Gary's Ellen Brody was for the most part easy to miss, but thrust into a lead role and her complete lack of a performance is unmistakable.
Embarrassingly melodramatic or completely devoid of emotion depending on the scene, the banality of Gary's imbalanced attempted character is one of the film's weaker points, which is saying a lot. As her allegedly heroic son, Lance Guest's height of emotional intensity appears to be a slightly bewildered stare, proving comical at best, but little more. The hilariously ill-advised Michael Caine the only cast member to escape with his career intact, and must have collected a considerable paycheque usually appears to be reading his lines from a teleprompter offscreen with the same lack of emotion one would expect, and the absurdity of his sporadic romance with the far older Ellen Brody only furthers the stupidity.
Finally, Mario Van Peebles is simply inexcusable; his atrociously bad Jamaican accent is a constant tarnish on the film's already consistently sullied quality, and once again, he fails to be over the top bad enough to prove enjoyable, simply resulting as noisy and pathetic. Astoundingly horrible only scratches the surface of what can be considered no less than a masterpiece of lapsed logic and catastrophic film-making, even failing on the front of being overblown enough to make a suitable unintentional comedy. While the film's atrocious quality is hardly a surprise, it still boggles the mind simply how bad an outcome it was possible to achieve.
In fact, the film's laughably ludicrous tagline "This time it's personal" could well apply to the audiences watching the film: this time the franchise is not only resoundingly poor, but a personal insult to every last viewer unfortunate enough to find themselves watching it. No its not. Is it entertaining? Yes it is This movie has the distinction of being one of the worst movies ever made. Does it deserve it? Yes it does. Oh hell yes it does. Do I like the movie? Yes I do, for some strange reason. The whole premise of a shark carrying a grudge and chasing a family down to exact revenge on a family who killed two of its ancestors is completely ridiculous.
And its not even explained. For that you have to read the novelisation. If the novel is to believed, this sharks mother is the shark which met its gruesome and electrifying end at the conclusion of JAWS 2. And get this, this new shark was born as its mother was dying. And its also hinted that the shark from the very first film was its father. Which in itself is a a stretch considering that shark died four years before the events of the second film.
Then again everything about the movie and its novel is a stretch. I liked Lance Guest as Michael Brody.
I thought he did a fairly good job. Michael Caine is great. Thats not too much to ask as he is great in everything.
Lorraine Gary was also good. Whoever was her hair stylist on the film should have been fired however. That was almost as confusing as the plot itself. The movie did not take itself seriously at all.