Roy Scheider and Jaws had a big impact on me when I was way younger. You see, I watched the film when it came out so, I was a youngin'; maybe around five or six. Laying on my stomach on our old carpeted, living room rug I watched Jaws. I then eventually retreated to the couch and would pull my legs up from the edge because...you know...Jaws can get you anywhere! It's fucking JAWS. If a large fishing boat crumples under his weight, what good is my far-from-new sofa? The moment though, which turned me was when Brody killed the shark. With much affection, my mom reminded me of something very interesting. Apparently when the Shark blew up, I cried. I was sad that they had killed the shark. The fucking shark!
Roy Scheider, Richard Dreyfuss, Steven Speilberg, and Robert Shaw made such an amazing film that I was able to actually feel for a 25 foot shark. I didn't hate Brody, I loved him. But, I loved the shark as well. You see, great actors help create a world that an audience member can believe and live to its fullest. Roy did this time and again with every film he was in.
So I cried when the Shark died.
He touched me, Quint, some of us in one way or another. He brought an intensity to his characters that made them extremely believable.
I won't say "I'll miss him" and that "I'm sad he's gone."
I'm just happy he hung out as long as he did.
See you later, Roy. Be at peace. And always remember...
SMILE! YOU SON OF A BITCH!
*Picture courtesy of Sunset Gun
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