It’s January, and in my house that’s usually the time when we end up snacking on a whole lot of turkey, ham and sweets left over from the holidays.
So in honour of this season of leftovers, this month is dedicated to all the “leftover” posts I’ve started in the past — posts I started working on at some point and stopped writing for various reasons, until this month when I decided it was time to “clean out the fridge.” Enjoy!
Happy new year! Hope you had a chance to ring in the new year in style. As for the crap-storm that was 2016, I can’t think of a better way to send it off than to talk about scary giant human-eating fish.
So, 1975. It was a very different time compared to today, and not just because the only place you would see that “#” symbol back then was on the keypads of those new-fangled push-button phones. Also, back then you didn’t need to spend a few hundred million dollars on fancy special effects to make a summer blockbuster; nope, all you needed in those days was a good story, a boat, a couple of actors and an occasionally functioning mechanical shark.
Released on June 20, 1975, Jaws (based on the 1974 novel by Peter Benchley) was the first “summer blockbuster” as we know the term today, earning almost $500 million against a $9 million budget and generating three sequels (1978’s Jaws 2, 1983’s Jaws 3-D and 1987’s Jaws: The Revenge).
More than just a movie, Jaws was a cultural phenomenon, inspiring comedy sketches (“Candygram!”), a ton of merchandise, and more “When Animals Attack!” film rip-offs than you can shake a shark-cage at. And with the movies stoking so much interest in those silent terrors of the deep, you can bet the comic publishers, always on the lookout for the latest hot trend to milk, were keen to shoehorn sharks into as many stories as they could.
I mean… seriously, now. Superman or Aquaman tangling with a great white, sure, that makes sense. But Ghost Rider...? LITTLE ARCHIE…???
Anyhow, behold the carnage: