Jaws

You're wondering why I've decided to post a strip about a movie that's older than dirt. I don't blame you. My only real reason: 'cause it was FUN. Maybe not as fun as seeing a 30-second version re-enacted by bunnies (with special guest star Bryan Singer), but pretty darned fun, all the same.

Jaws was a touchstone summer movie, and the original source of the word "blockbuster." It was playing near my Massachusettsian home last week at a dinky theater (with great popcorn and horrible seats that probably crippled their original 15th-century occupants), and even though you can just about hear the hinges on the jaws of, um, Jaws squeaking, it's still a great movie. That ol' Spielberg. He sure does know to film crazy crowd scenes.

Speaking of which, since I posted the strip I've been told stories about various aspects of the making of the movie. One of 'em: that the dog that vanishes "mysteriously" from the beach just before the Kintner boy bites it was named after an NPR reporter who had an on-set affair with Richard Dreyfuss. Which'd make a great story! But the dog's name is "Pippet," while the NPR reporter's name was slightly different -- "Pippen." So I sorta doubt its true.

Anybody got a story about Jaws? C'mon, people. Let's take a yellow, brown and olive-hued trip down memory lane.

In the meantime, consider buying a silly/awesome t-shirt. Personally? I'm especially fond of the "A WHA?" model.

:C