Here’s to swimmin’ with bow-legged women.

I love Jaws.  I rank it in my top 3 movies of all time (and it’s definitely the most watched).   I watch it every year on the 4th of July.  I make other people watch it, even if they aren’t interested.  I’ll talk about it whenever I can.  I’ve read four books about its production.¹   Inevitably, with a movie you’ve seen a lot, you lose sight of some of the details, cause you’re not always paying 100% attention.   It could be a mean game of Yatzhee, having to grill up some dogs, a phone call, or your sobriety level, but you miss a scene here an there.  The thing I love about Jaws is, no matter how much I’ve seen it, and how much information is locked away in some vault in my brain, every time I see it, I find something I have little or no recollection of ever having seen before.  Continue reading