I'm not the first nor last to take a giant shit on Jaws: The Revenge (1987). But it has minor pleasantries among all the mildew. I enjoyed Amity (Martha's Vineyard) at Christmas, reminding us of how a busy beach front town operates. And the Bahamas, even if set during Christmas, feels all summer-y. Stunning is what it is. Then Van Peebles lays on the Jamaican on-and-off accent. Ocean scientists, Van Peebles and Lance Guest (the son of Lorraine Gary) are tagging conch shells and snails on a grant hoping to secure their PhD in oceanography. Guest, understandably, scoffs at the notion made by Gary that their Brody family is being pursued by a shark. Who wouldn't? Gary saddled with that kind of character baggage, how could she convincingly portray Ellen Brody as someone not considered off-her-rocker? She looks so seriously at Caine after a brief walk-and-conversation on the beach, as her granddaughter builds her sandcastle, insisting that the shark that killed her son will be after them next. How could he not be able to conceal a smile cracking? Oh, and the shark actually trekking all the way from Amity to the Bahamas is quite an impressive feat, eh? Also, Ellen sensing the shark's presence as it attacks the research boat of her only son left during the "Junkanoo Festival" with Caine just confirms how ill-advised this film's plot construction certainly was.
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