I had the chance to see Jaws on the big screen in 35mm form in early 2011. Since then, I’m constantly reflecting on how Jaws and I go way back. I’ve realized that this is the film that started my love obsession with the world of cinema. It went something like this:
Long ago, there was a time when I was just a youngin’, perhaps around the age of 10. My parents let me watch this film called Jaws. I slipped it into my VHS player and sat on the edge of my bed, facing my little box of a television, fully prepared to watch this movie about a big shark eating people. Two hours later, I had a new perception on life. Perhaps not life itself, but this serious thought overwhelmed me: I ought to appreciate this thing called filmmaking. This felt very severe for my 10 year old self because, after all, I was only 10 and much accustomed to Disney Princess movies. An odd obsession began and I probably watched Jaws weekly and amidst that, refused to swim in the ocean. I remember the VHS copy that my parents bought me had this making-of documentary attached to it so after the film was viewed and the credits rolled (that’s how it worked for VHS, for you people not privy to that sort of video watching), I would continue to watch. I was left memorized by the process of making this film. So it began. I fell in love with film history.
You could say that I experienced some sort of life fulfillment after this theater experience. Definitely, a part of me feels complete inside. A huge screen, on 35mm, a super stoked audience, that’s how it was meant to be watched, and I can strongly state that I still refuse to swim in the North Atlantic ocean.
Extra: If you love Jaws (which, you should), here’s a making-of documentary!
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