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Jaws – Fan Trailer

Or should that be fin trailer?

Whilst studying film and television at university at the latter part of the 20th Century I decided to try and hone some of my editing skills by putting together a contemporary trailer for my all time favourite film, Jaws.

With its re release at cinemas earlier this year it was granted a new trailer which got my thinking about the one I produced back in that edit suite, I still had a copy of it somewhere knocking around on VHS so decided to hunt it out.

If memory serves I put it together at some point in 1997 and used a piece of Hans Zimmer music from Crimson Tide, a submarine thriller from late Director Tony Scott. That score though is perhaps most famous for being used on one of the greatest trailers of the 90s, Independence Day, or ID4 as it was known in some quarters. I hear that the film itself is being released in 3D sometime next year.

In my Jaws trailer I went for setting the scene in Amity and then slowly building a sense of dread and foreboding before finally revealing the shark. Of course there was a mixture of the classic scenes, such as that first attack, and some of the classic lines,that are just so iconic.

All in all I was still pleased with what I produced all those years ago, I especially liked the juxtaposition between Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss) during the autopsy and the first victim he is looking, which worked rather well in the section where he splashes water on his face which seems to mimic poor Chrissie making her way through the ocean at night.

My trailer is perhaps a tad long but the stand out moment for me is the bit where Quint (Robert Shaw) delivers his “too many captains on this island” talk to the whole town and Chief Brody (Roy Scheider). I love it where the music begins to swell up again just as the camera is moving in on him.

The widescreen really shows off some of the wonderful framing and beauty of the film, including the sweeping light shot on the boat at night, Spielberg loves his light and it really shows here acting almost as a pre-cursor to Close Encounters.

Both my trailer and the re release one share many of the same key characteristics and shots (which of course they would,they are from the same film) so I was pleased that in marketing terms I seemed to be hitting the same kind of notes as the boys at Universal.

Jaws is released on Bluray for the first on Monday 3rd September.

Without further ado, here is my Jaws trailer:

And here is the re release one:

Jaws – still top of the blockbuster food chain

Jaws is released on Bluray for the first time in the UK on Monday 3rd September, I look back to my first viewing of this newly spruced up print of the classic Spielberg thriller on the big screen back in June. And yes, I’ll be buying it again, adding it to my pan and scan VHS copy, my widescreen VHS copy and both the 25th and 30th anniversary DVDs.

My journey to see Jaws, my all time favourite film, has been 10 years in the making and after all that time, all those viewings, it didn’t disappoint. Put simply it was Jawsome.

It is somewhat fitting that Jaws has been re released as part of the centenary celebrations of Universal Studios in June, smack bang in the middle of the summer blockbuster season, as Jaws is the grandaddy of them all, the first film to have such a large (at the time) opening, and the first to hit that magic $100 million mark. In more ways than one it is the big fish.

37 years have passed since Jaws first swam onto our screens but it still more than holds its own against today’s output, in fact it is the filmic equivalent of what Matt Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss) calls the shark, ‘the perfect eating machine’.

As a piece of cinema Jaws was always the near perfect piece of cinema and now, cleaned up frame by frame and looking like it was practically shot last week, this lean mean thriller machine became the closest to cinematic perfection it has ever got.

Put simply, you can forget your Star Wars, forget your toying with special effects, nipping, tucking or even adding here and there (yes you Mr Cameron, Mr Lucas – sounds like Are You Being Served – and Mr Scott), this is cleaned up but otherwise untouched, and still has the same shark and still has that primal fear in buckets, along with the chum.

Spielberg has clearly learnt from his ‘walky talky’ medling with E.T. and left Jaws exactly as it was, save for giving it a fresh lick of paint and thankfully modification free.

It may sound obvious but never having seen the film on the big screen the first thing that hit me was that it all looked so big, from the (thankfully) old fashioned Universal logo to each and every character introduction, counting the fictional Amity Island in that.

With such a large canvas, that had also expertly been cleaned up, we are able to feel even closer to that (really rather sunny and bright for the most part) world and see and notice so many small things in the background that I hadn’t done before. It was practically like seeing the film for the very first time.

Jaws still packs a punch (or should that be bite radius) of a juggernaut. The opening Chrissie attack sequence has never looked so uncomfortably clear, her nakedness making you almost feel voyeur like – making it even closer akin to the shower scene it Psycho in that respect – right up until that moment of impact when the John Williams score and sound effects really kick into high gear. If anything its heightened more than ever with the Alex Kitner lilo attack, which in many ways seemed even more powerful. They both form part of my article, Death Becomes Them, charting the ‘best’ death scenes in the Jaws series.

It’s not the 25 foot shark, all three tonnes of it, that dominates the film though, each and every piece of the film he is in is dominated by Robert Shaw as Quint. Scheider and Dreyfuss are no slouches for sure and the way the threesome ping off each other is a joy to behold (the script coupled with the beauty of the extra rehearsal time due to operating problems with the shark et al – read Man vs Beast for my take on the making of) but Quint has never been so dominant, so alive. He chews scenery like the shark chews his boat, the Orca, at the end of the film and his eyes, his eyes are just so piercing a blue that they make Daniel Craig’s look practically dull in comparison. It confirmed to me that more classic Shaw films should be viewed on the big screen but also left a genuine feeling of loss, for the man, Shaw died only three years after the release of Jaws, and for cinema generally as he carved such an impression up their on the big screen, seen as he should be and not on a box – no matter what its size – in the corner of the room.

Jaws never puts a foot wrong, it still has fantastic pace, still thrills and scares a little in all the right places and also makes people laugh in all the places that it is meant to do. Rubber shark or no rubber shark it, like Alien after it, which after all was pitched as Jaws in Space, still taps into that primeval fear and when each and every person bringing that to life is working at the top of their game you can’t go wrong, critically,commercially or for longevity.

The decade wait was well worth it, and I’m pleased that Bruce, as the shark was nicknamed by Spielberg, came back for his noon feeding to mark the hundredth anniversary of Jaws,it mattered not that most of us in that small screening room had seen it hundreds of times, knew exactly what shot or line of dialogue came next we were all in awe of the remastered Jaws and to paraphrase Chief Brody at the end of the film as he blows the great white shark out of the water as it races toward him, we were all smiling like sons of bitches. 

 

Langland of hope and glory

View from the beach hut

“Take me to the beach”, so warbled All Saints, with their song, Pure Shores, that acompanied the Danny Boyle directed ‘The Beach’. Swansea may not have been Thailand but you know what, as we walked up and down every twist and turn of the path as we headed to our sandy destination, each new reveal of coast was more impressive than the last.

The expanse of rock, sand and surf, which drew lots of folks with boards, was made all the more fantastic by the sun deciding to make a special appearance at Langland, near Swansea in South Wales.

We were visiting our friends Alison and Mark, who were lucky enough to have the use of some rather lovely beach huts which look over the sea and this rather lovely stretch of the Gower Peninsula.

Of course, it wasn’t long before we hit the beach, complete with buckets and spades.

The day before Evie and Isabelle had been drawn to water in the form of puddles, today it was in the shape of the sea which they could soon be found racing towards…and Isabelle could sound be found sans trousers and just in her nappy and top, not that she ever let such a small thing as clothes stop her from doing anything!

Living in Southend-on-Sea (a trade descripton in terms as the Sea section is in actual fact the Thames Estuary – which to be fair Southend-on-Estuary doesn’t exactly have the same ring or fit on postcards quite so snuggly) we have rather got used to the sight of chimney stacks on our sea horizon and our pebbled beaches.

But this was something else entirely, this was a delightful assault on the senses and almost felt as if we had come across an undiscovered cove.

Never needing much of an excuse to let her (increasingly not so) little legs raceaway as fast as they will carry here, Isabelle mustered a pretty fine Chariots of Fire run across the beach homage, or should that be Highlander?

Despite the sun and blue skies (or should that be blew skies) it was still pretty windy, which no doubt is the reason I ended up catching a bit of colour.

Sarah even took to the sand, no mean feat as she is a well known hater of the gritty stuff when it gets between your toes etc. Still, anything for Isabelle.

Both Evie and Isabelle were pretty much inseperable all weekend and on the beach they could often be found being practically one another’s shadows – each one keeping up with the other no matter how fast they went or what direction they went in.

After sunning ourselves on the warm golden sand it was time to head back on up to the beach hut where we were fortunate – if that is indeed the right word – to witness the world premiere of a joint interpritive dance that could only be described as bucket dancing. See those handles twist through the air with the greatest of ease…sure to be an Olympic event by Rio 2016.

Taking a break from spinning round the pair then went back out and hit the sand, discovering the largest puddle – practically a lake by two year old standards – on the beach. Thankfully Isabelle didn’t feel the need to jump up and down in it, especially as we didn’t bring a change of clothes down to the beach.

Having worn themselves out Isabelle and Evie then needed to build ther energy back up with, what else, but some chocolate ice cream. They had to be quick off the mark those as it was the world’s fastest melting ice cream I had ever seen. Needless to say they loved it, even if it did get more than a little bit gloopy.

I took this moment of relative calm and relaxation to do do my best ‘Chief Brody’ impression and borrowed Alison and Mark’s binnoculars to scan the coast  which is all part and parcel of doing proper dad stuff.  I always remember remember my dad having a giant pair, we are talking the size of those you see in WW2 films, wherever we went on holiday.

Storm brewing from the beach hut

Obviously I was doing more dad posing than scanning up and down the coast as I failed to spot the approaching bad weather which came in from practically nowhere!

Stars in their Iz #10

My mum and dad were down at the weekend for a flying visit (and it really zoomed at a rate of knots) which saw us hit one of our local pubs for Sunday lunch.

Isabelle enjoys a spot of peek-a-boo, so her and Sarah gave it a go whilst waiting for our rather delicious grub to come out. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the dinner table scene in Jaws between Chief Brody (the sorely missed Roy Scheider) and his son, Sean, in a rare moment of calm and warmth, which has to be one of the stand out moments in the whole film, shark or no shark.

It’s a scene that can’t fail to make you smile and would even make Quint weep (perhaps).

Sean Brody and Chief Brody