On Amity Island, a holiday town that lives off summer tourists, a young woman is killed on a late-night swim. Police Chief Martin Brody (Roy Scheider), afraid of the water himself, wants the beaches closed. The mayor refuses, because the town needs the Fourth of July crowds. Then the shark strikes again.
The first half is a perfect thriller about a town in denial. The second half takes Brody, the young shark expert Hooper (Richard Dreyfuss) and the grizzled fisherman Quint (Robert Shaw) out to sea on a tiny boat to hunt the beast. The three actors are brilliant together, funny and moving.
Spielberg keeps the shark hidden for most of the film, showing only yellow barrels, a fin or the camera's view from below. John Williams's two-note theme does the rest. Robert Shaw's speech about the USS Indianapolis is one of the greatest monologues in cinema.
A few shots of the mechanical shark look fake today. But Jaws is a nearly perfect film, thrilling, scary, funny and human, and it is still the gold standard for creature features.












