By Thomas
M. Puhr
Although shark movies have long since become a dime a dozen (2026 alone has subjected viewers to Deep Water and The Devil’s Mouth), it’s difficult to imagine a film being written quite like Steven Spielberg’s breakthrough nowadays. Consider a moment when Quint (Robert Shaw) finally acquiesces to Hooper’s (Richard Dreyfuss) cutting-edge approach and asks exactly how his fancy technology can kill that great white. Rather than spoon-feeding viewers some trite line of intergenerational communion (“Hey, kid, you’re not so bad after all!”), Spielberg trusts the audience to register Quint’s grudging respect for the man—as well as his mounting panic.



