Showing posts with label Jaws. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaws. Show all posts

Sunday, November 6, 2022

Don't Make a Scene (Redux): Jaws

For Richard...
 
The Set-Up: "Ya wanna see something permanent?" After a long, laborious, contentious day of shark-hunting in the movie Jaws, the crew of the Orca is looking more like a Ship of Fools. Nerves are frayed, personalities--especially those of Skipper Quint (Robert Shaw) and marine biologist Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss)--snag, and Chief Martin Brody (Roy Scheider) of the Amity police, who can't swim and is frightened of large bodies of water, has received a nice conk on the noggin for his dedication.

Time to get drunk. This is a great scene, full of whimsical fence-mending while comparing battle-scars, it might be the comedic highlight of the film, and then director Spielberg and his writing team turn a fish-tail, and throw in the story of the U.S.S. Indianapolis, and the mood goes from hilarity to horror. Hitchcock was probably proud.

It is not in Benchley's book, and like all great scenes the history is a bit blurry. It shows up in an early screenplay of Benchley and Gottlieb's, but the rumors are that it was concocted by either Howard Sackler or John Milius or both, and re-written by actor-novelist/playwright Shaw.

Whoever wrote it, it took a number of takes. Sometimes, to do a drunk scene, the actors get really drunk—preparation, you know, authenticity—and the stars of Jaws were hammered when they did this scene. Stewed, as it were, to the gills. And Shaw had a hard time getting through his long, precise monologue, full of facts and figures and charged with screaming horror. It was filmed on two separate occasions, and Spielberg picked the best of takes. There's no denying the charge of Shaw's performance, underplayed, but not lacking in drama. The story and way he plays it puts a different pall on their escapade and the character and the scars he carries. And no one who hears this deftly written, deftly played monologue ever forgets it.

Ya wanna see something permanent?

Action!


ORCA'S CABINQuint: Chief.
Quint: Don't you worry about it, Chief. It won't be permanent. You wanna see somethin' permanent?
Quint: Bababoom? Hey, Hoop?
Quint: You wanna feel somethin' permanent? Just put your hand underneath my cap. You just feel that little lump? Knocko Nolan's. St. Patty's day. Boston.
Hooper: I got that beat. I got that beat. It's a moray eel. Bit right through my wetsuit.
Quint: Well, Hoop, now, listen. I, I don't know about that but ended an arm-wrestling contest in an Okie bar in San Francisco. You see this? Now I can't extend that, do you know why? Get to the semi-final, celebrating my third wife's demise, big Chinese fella, he pulled me right over! Ha!
Hooper: Look at that. It's a bull shark. He s--, he scraped me when I was taking samples.
Quint: I got somethin' for ya. That's the thrasher. You see that? Chief, thrasher's tail. Scewp!
Brody: Thrasher?
Hooper: It's a shark!
Quint: Do you want a drink? Drink to your leg?
Hooper: I'll drink to your leg.
Quint: Okay, so we drink to our legs! Ha ha ha!
(Brody checks his appendectomy scar. Decides not to say anything)Hooper: I got the creme de la creme. Right here. Hold on. Yeah, you see that?Brody: You're wearing a sweater.
Hooper: Right there. Mary Ellen Moffit. She broke my heart.
[Collective laughs]
Brody: What's that one?
Quint: What?
Brody: That one, there, on your arm?
Quint: Ah, well. It's a tattoo. I got that removed.
Hooper: Don't tell me. Don't tell me. Mother. Ha ha ha! What is it?
Quint: Mr. Hooper, that's the U.S.S. Indianapolis.
Hooper: (sobering up fast) You were on the Indianapolis?
Brody: What happened?
Quint: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian to Leyte, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know, you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. Well, we didn't know. `Cause our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent.
Quint: Huh-huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week.
Quint: Very first light, Chief. The sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like `ol squares in battle like you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark comes the nearest man and then he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away.
Quint: Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah, then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Quint: Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour.
Quint: On Thursday mornin,' Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, bosom's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist.
Quint: Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He'd a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up.
Quint: You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a life-jacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.
Quint: Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

Jaws

Words by Peter Benchley, Carl Gottlieb, John Milius, Howard Sackler and Robert Shaw

Pictures by Bill Butler and Steven Spielberg

Jaws is available on DVD from Universal Home Video




Sunday, August 2, 2020

Don't Make a Scene: Jaws

The Story: "I read the news today...oh boy..."

So, there was a blurb on the news about closing the local beaches and it ended with a kid saying "Sure they can close 'em, but I'm young and I'm reckless and I'll do what I want!"

"Yoot's," I said to my companion (mimicking Joe Pesci in My Cousin Vinny). "Bone-headed yoot's." "You really didn't need to say the word 'bone-headed'" was the reply (as it was implied).

So, everybody (I heard from a lotta people) are upset about wearing face-masks. The rants on YouTube have been verry entertaining; it's always fun watching snowflakes have a melt-down and the huuuuge issue of wearing a face-mask ("I'm not doin' it 'cause I woke up in a free country..."—Dude, Costco memberships aren't free and businesses have a right to refuse service, "No shoes, no shirt, no shit...") is making people a bit ornery and plumb feisty.

And that's fine. But, they're wrong, frequently stupidly wrong. Because, there are limits to freedom—the length of your arm, for instance, or the extent of responsibility, moral fiber, the limits of one's arrogance, or the depths of one's ignorance. You can't yell "Fire!" in a crowded theater, for instance...and there WON'T be any crowded theaters as long as folks have a hissy-fit about wearing masks. Sure, they can be hot and uncomfortable—ask your doctor, nurse, surgeon, dentist, hygienist, anesthetist, or anybody who's had to wear them as part of their job (while you've been skating all these years). And it's not like they're not available...everywhere...often for free.

But, the issue isn't comfort. It's the impression that this is a free country and you can do whatever you want, so long as your brain has enough of a spark in it to think it up. And that just ain't so, Joe. Freedom has its limits. And it isn't free. Ask your vet-grampa. Ask anybody who went through rationing during the war.

Right now, businesses are struggling. So are our neighbors. We all want to get back to work, but we're gonna have to do it once the "dust" settles (ya know, like, after an explosion...) and it ain't settlin'. And it ain't settling because people want to do what they want when they want it...like that's going to solve anything but their petty little concerns. Right now, the U.S.of A. is far out-distancing the world in the number of cases and deaths. "We're #1!" (yay)

So...this scene from Jaws. When I saw it (in a theater in 1975), it produced quite a laugh from the audience. Mel Brooks once said that the difference between tragedy and comedy is "tragedy is when I cut my finger—comedy is when you fall down a man-hole and die." Now, nobody objecting to masks will probably identify themselves with the guys over-crowding the boat ("what LOSERS they are!"), but it's all a matter of perspective, ain't it?

I'm done. Life is precious and too short to waste. I don't care what people do anymore. Just don't come whinin' to me when you get in trouble.

The Set-Up: The town of Amity is on the menu for a Great White Shark during the height of tourist season. There have already been a couple shark attacks resulting in human deaths, but the town officials want to hush it up because it's bad for business and, besides, do you know anybody who's been killed? 

But Sheriff Martin Brody (Roy Scheider) has seen the results of a couple shark attacks and he wants to close the beaches over the objections of the businesses, the Chamber of Commerce and the Mayor—he was overruled and it resulted in a couple more deaths, including a child. The mother of the boy has offered a reward for the killing of the shark and that has resulted in an up-tick of the loon population—folks who want to bag a shark for $3,000.

Action.
HOOPER: Officer, officer! Wait a second, wait a second! 
HOOPER: Just --
BRODY: Hey! How many guys are you going to put aboard that boat!
FISHERMAN #1: Whatever's safe, right?
BRODY: Yeah? Well that ain't safe! 
HOOPER: Hey! Easy! Watch it, that's dynamite. 
BRODY: Hey, what you gonna...what are you doing with that? Where are you going with that?! 
FISHERMAN #2: I'm going on the boat. 
BRODY: Oh no, no, no! 
FISHERMAN # 2: Why?
BRODY: Please, please. 
BRODY: Help me get those guys out of the boat, will ya please? 
HOOPER: Sure.
BRODY: Come with me... 
HOOPER: Gentlemen, gentlemen?! 
HOOPER: The officer asked me to tell you that your overloading that boat. 
FISHERMAN #3: Ah, get outta here! 
FISHERMAN #1: You ain't going there...
FISHERMAN #1: ...what do you care?
HOOPER: O-kaay... 
FISHERMAN #4: (Hold on there.) 
HOOPER: Well then, can you tell me if there's a good restaurant or hotel on the island? 
FISHERMAN #3: Yeah ya walk straight ahead!
(they all laugh) 
HOOPER: Ha-Ha-Huh...they're all gonna die.

Jaws

Words by Peter Benchley and Carl Gottlieb


Pictures by Bill Butler and Steven Spielberg


Jaws is available on DVD and Blu-Ray from Universal Home Entertainment.