I have to admit, every time Hollywood hurls serious cash at an animal run amok movie, my pulse quickens. Since Jaws tore chunks out of
I have to admit, every time Hollywood hurls serious cash at an animal run amok movie, my pulse quickens. Since Jaws tore chunks out of
I guess the simplest way of kicking off a review of the third movie of the Jaws Franchice would be to simply state the obvious:
Last year The Shallows proved that Hollywood can still make a quality killer shark movie without the added guff of tornados, exorcists, or the Syfy
Even the first Jaws couldn’t be accused of documentary levels of realism; sharks rarely grow to that size, aren’t that smart and don’t go up
And so with a massive splash and a shitload of teeth, we get Hollywood’s latest attempt to liberate the killer shark genre from the clutches
Anyone familiar with the genre cinema of Italy during the 70’s and 80’s know that the filmmakers of that time and place wouldn’t let pesky
You ever had (or asked) that fateful question? You know the one, the question that makes most people sweat or shrug because they either can’t
Just how an impressively ordinary a movie Jaws 2 is, is quite the thing to behold. Following up one of the greatest blockbusters of all