Video film material catches what it is to be eaten by a shark, and what fresh hell is that?!?

Jaw is about to celebrate the 50th anniversary of its publication this summer. Steven Spielberg's masterpiece is not the most respected and permanent examples of films that have ever been made just because he is a clever director, the cast is perfect and it is an exciting adventure thread. All of these things are objective.

But what it remains so popular all of these decades later is something much more psychological. It touches an original fear that is buried in our reptile brain. A few years ago, VH1 performed a series in every Halloween season Jaw Was No. 1. One of the prominent commentators (I remember that it was Rob Reiner, but I didn't quote myself), the film said so much that his family set up on the way home from the theater. And when he went to the toilet, he realized that he was afraid of being eaten by a shark. In The men's room of a restaurant. This is a nerve.

With or without this film, it is deep in the subconscious of every person to ask yourself how it is to be eaten by a great predator. Especially this, since they essentially place the old country buffet for these wild small murder torpedoes every time they go into the ocean. And thanks to a skillful camera work from people who put air tanks on their backs and go to the shark's dining room, we now have an excellent idea of ​​how that would look:

Yes indeed. Just like I suspected. How Matt Hooper expressed so scientifically and passionately: “This is what happens. It shows the non -Frenz feeding of a large squalus -possibly longimanus or Isurus Glauca.” And yet it somehow manages to look even more terribly than my worst fears imagined.

At the risk of full Jordan Peterson, but that's directly from Jonah and the whale. This is an archetype that represents a descent into hell itself. The only advantage is that a trip in the digestive tract of a shark would be exaggerated relatively quickly. In contrast to of course the whole thing. And now that I saw what it would be like if I am swallowed this summer like the camera of a Marine biologist, I don't fight. I swim properly for it is a great white hole and get it as soon as possible.

Rip to Chrissie Watkins, the little Kintner boys, the guy in the row boat, Ben Gardner and of course Quint, all of whom deserve better fate. I know one thing, I will never put on a life jacket again.