The first Jaws movie is my
dad’s favourite movie of all time, I would have to say. As such it was a bit of
an institution in our household growing up where I saw it at a young age.
Apparently my dad’s uncle took him and his friend to see it when it came out to
the cinemas when they were about 13.
And then we were introduced to
the box set of the Jaws movies (this
of course excluded Jaws 4 which is ridiculous and what the hell was Michael
Caine thinking?!) on VHS.
Jaws is obviously the best and
cannot be topped by any sequels and just generally a top movie due to reasons
anyone who has seen the movie knows (great character development, tense scenes
despite not seeing the bloody shark until half way into the movie, great
actors). Jaws 2 and 3 on the other hand, well what can you say. Jaws 2 essentially
took components of Jaws but with less character development, an even more
unbelievable ending and an implausible character flaw in Michael Brody (would
you really ever be getting back in the water after such a close call with a
shark as happened in the first film?).
In case you didn’t live in a
Jaws box set loving family like mine, basic plot is there’s another shark
terrorising the peeps of Amity Island about 5 years after the last movie. And
amazingly Mike (Chief Brody’s son) now a teenager wants to go sailing with his
mates in the open water, which his parents have forbidden because as you know,
they’re shark fearing normal parents after the events of Jaws. Why didn’t they
move away though, to take away the temptation you ask? Ask away but it won’t
get you a sequel. And then Sean, Michael’s younger brother sneaks away with
Michael and his friends one day on a sailing trip. And you know trouble ensues.
Nevertheless I enjoyed it,
particularly when I was younger, maybe because I liked the teenagers in it,
maybe because it terrified me that you weren’t even safe in a boat (or a
helicopter!) anymore in the Jaws world (to add, in Jaws 4 you are not even safe
leaning over the side of a boat…yeesh).
But Jaws 2 had this habit of
killing off the likeable helpful characters and keeping the more annoying ones
alive. Yeah you know who I mean, the crying, constantly screaming girl, Jackie.
I’m not denying if this shit was happening to me in real life I would totally
be Jackie as well. Blubbering, wailing generally being annoying anytime that
shark showed it’s slimy fin. But ugh why not let the shark take her, instead of
Marge, or that guy going out with Tina or that kindly helicopter pilot who
tries to help those kids?
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| Nooooooooo...also my grandad has that beard |
Anyway back to Martyr Marge, I
salute you. And wish that your alter ego (actor Martha Swatek) had actually appeared in
more movies but I guess you’ll stay a hero forever on screen.
So
some housekeeping: I have been a bad blogger, agreed but no one wants to read
that. So let’s say I have secured a permanent position finally, no more temping,
I can finally have sick and holiday pay.
Leo
has found a home, I still have Kasey and Donna, who are no longer little
kittens but still adorable.
Mylo
went on trial to a new home and then escaped on the 3rd day. My
partner and I rushed out there (about 30 minutes away) and after 2 hours we got
a lead that he was spotted in the next suburb (thanks Lost and Found Pets
Facebook!) and we found him. The family who were looking after him also were
there but he came back to our voices, and they have since decided not to have
him back. So he is recuperating with his scratches from his adventure and I’m
not sure what his future is, as he doesn’t seem happy with anyone but us so
far, but he really needs someone who is home a lot.
Oh
and I got engaged. Never having been the type of girl who dreamt of her dream
wedding from a young age, it has been an experience
looking at venues, dresses and thinking about things like paying for
consumption of drinks versus a drinks package.


















































